That was the way she stayed for breakfast. The wrap was only about 12" wide and was tied in the front leaving a lot on show. We would sit out on the b...alcony and have our breakfast. Once we got coffee we would move to more comfortable chairs on the balcony and I would let her put her legs up on my lap for a massage. She loved having her legs and feet rubbed and would sit for hours like this, just enjoying the massage. All the while she was topless too. This particular time we stayed there were. A...a boner?" I became baffled. "You... You don't know what a BONER looks like?" She blushed. "No..." "Does that mean..." "I'm a virgin? Yes. Does... THAT..." She pointed at my boner, "Mean that you like my dancing?" "Um... Yeah..." We stood there awkwardly for a while. Then she straightened. "I'm flattered." I looked at her. "I'm flattered" usually meant she wanted something. "Sammi?" "You boosted my self esteem. Let me return the favor." In moments, she had thrown my trunks across the room.. .O mone hoi ektu tight bra porsilo……Jai hok,ami aste korey smooth bhabe or pith e haath diye or bra er hook ta unhook kore dilam……O tokhon amar lom chara bukta kiss kortesilo…….Duijoney love making e atoi mogno chilam jey tokhon keu kaur shathey ek fota kotha bolchilam na;khali eye contact hocchilo……Tarpor ami or whitish pink duita dudh amar haath e niye gorbhito bodh korlam nijeke………Chinta korlam je class 9 thike je meyer kotha bhebe ami dhon khechechi aj ami tar dudh duita amar haath e niye. He was told to keep still by the sergeant, “unless he wanted extra!” He didn’t! Of that, Peter was sure! SWISH-CRACK! “YEEEOW!” Peter cried, just like a schoolboy. How gratifying that sound was. SWISH-CRACK! A fifth stroke slashed down. What an expert tormentor the sergeant was proving to be! SWISH-CRACK! A sixth stroke and Peter felt sure that would be the final one. But he was wrong! Very, very wrong! SWISH-CRACK! The seventh was a real corker, cracking and burning into Peter’s soft.