I used to call her kutty, chellam and so on. she calls me as mama. And address my wife as akka. this has been going on for a month. While chatting cas...ually she said that she is going to call me after lots of persuasion she promised that she will call me, i gave her alternate number which i used in my tablet computer.She called from local number, i was surprised to see the number from my area. When i attended i got shock of my life. It was my sister in-law Manjula. I recognised her voice but she. I didn’t want to see the men looking at me.The men started talking about football and I relaxed. So much so that my right hand moved to my pussy and my fingers got to work.A couple of minutes later the bubbles stopped and I had to move my hand. I hoped that one of the men would get up and press the button to start the bubbles again, but they didn’t.The water settled and I could see my nipples; fortunately my pussy was hidden by me being sat down.I waited for one of the men to move, but neither. “He might spank me or flog me. He might twist my nipples. But he knows that it will make me wet.”“It does?” the girl asked, her voice rising in awe. She stared at me with her blue eyes, her left cheek resting on her folded arms. “Why?”“Because pain and pleasure are so closely related,” I said. “They can blend from one to the other. A man can fuck you so hard your pussy actually hurts. But it’s such a wonderful ache. And other times, he can spank you so hard that the burning pain becomes. ” Mom gave her a worried look. “I’m not trying to scare you, but this is serious, sweetie. I can only do so much.”The older woman looked at her watch. “If you aren’t better by six-ish I’ll call in and tell them I’m coming in late tonight. Or maybe not at all.” She pressed her lips together tightly.I’ve never seen Mom this worried before. So this is what “fragile” means from this fucking Class Trait, huh? I should have expected as much.Alaina’s stomach growled. How did I not notice how hungry I.