"Don't worry, Rana," I assured. "We won't do anything we may regret. Trust me."She stretched her arms over her head to help me pull her T-shirt off. H...er lush tits appeared in straining bra cups."They are very sexy," I said, kissing her bra cups where her nipples tried to poke out.I kissed her tit flesh just above her bra. She shivered. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, setting her tits free. The were great, with hard thick nipples. I showered her tits with kisses all around her. Zofia took aim and spanked me time after time on exactly the same spot until my eyes were blurred and I could feel the wetness as the tears flowed down my cheeks. My bottom bounced as the hairbrush bit home, but only as a reaction. I couldn’t do anything else. I wasn’t going to resist. That was simply not on. I tried it once, quite early on. Three separate spankings in one short day was enough to convince me resistance was not the way. Especially as Kayleigh had agreed with Zofia that I. I gave up and quickly consulted my phone. “So. You will be back on Friday, May 9th?” “Yes, but the flight does not get back into Sydney until late evening.” “That’s not too bad, I suppose.” Putting on a sad, down in the mouth look. “I hope you have a great time.” “Thank you, I am sure we will.” She took a large mouthful of her drink and seemed glad to be past that piece of her news. I refilled our glasses and proposed a toast to her anniversary (again) and to her safe return. We discussed. Maybe he can even chime in. Okay, here’s the deal. My friend, Bob Bobberson, he saw his mother with a guy at a restaurant two weeks ago. He thought it was odd. They were really friendly, right? But she’s married to his father, so they were probably just friends. Then he saw her in the parking lot of the Days Inn off exit 47. Ugghh. The Days Inn? Sounds cheap even to me and what do I know? Anyway, he said that she was with that dirtbag again, and they were kissing. Like, seriously kissing.”My.