I used to shag thinking about her.She was my fantasy queen.She got along pretty well with me.We used to talk,gossip and share secrets.She became a goo...d friend of mine.One day while I was watching tv I overheard my mom speaking to someone on phone and saying “Oky,bhej doongi..Kaisi baatein kar rahe hain aap..Koi problem nai hai..Pahuch jayega woh..”I asked her what was the matter,then she told me I had to go and keep company to tanvi after dinner as her parents are attending a wedding and might. . I could feel her beginning to squirm ... anticipating her spanking. I brought my hands down on her ass, smacking her up and down, her cheeks quickly reddened. I turned to leather paddles, then to my heavier whips. I worked her back, thighs, and ass... slowly increasing then decreasing in intensity... laying the whips long tails on her back ... gently dragging it along her body, until it fell across her ass... then I brought the whip down hard again. I finished her off with a flurry of lashes. Jon Snow is my brother, in case you forgot. He is my King, too. If the North must return to the Westerosi fold, then let it be under my brother’s rule, even if he must share the power with a Targaryen. If he had bent the knee, that would have been harder to stomach, of course. He needed to marry, anyway, sooner or later,” Sansa declared, not in a mood to be the victim of Littlefinger’s machinations.“All true, yet this reminds me that you yourself should marry someday. Someone not Ramsay Bolton,. "A voice was heard, "Thank you, Father. I am on my way." In only a few seconds, Mary Horn appeared at the door, ready to go outside. Joe noted that she was as lovely as ever. He held out his arm, and Mary rested her hand on it as she held a shopping basket on her other arm."Mistress Mary, I am delighted for the opportunity to escort you wherever you would like to go."Mary blushed at that, and bowed her head. Such courteous words were rare in a town filled with country bumpkins. Joe was thankful.