Except for sex, he said everything!Me: But nothing really happened between us!Varun: Resh I knew.. stop blushing!your kisses and hugs are real sounded... good.. when he explains it I’ll feel tempted bit angry but that really developed my interest towards youMe: OhhVarun: what you both did in terrace.. cinemas.. your outings everything.Me: I don’t believe that he did thisVarun: if you don’t believe me. shall I say something worse evenMe: wat’s that??Varun: I saw some of your private pics tooMe:. Then I finally got the courage to agree on a spanking meeting. He set up a scenario to ensure I would feel ashamed, embarrassed, guilty and exposed. Part of the meeting details were that I was to be wearing my wife’s panties, bra and high heels. I agreed to wear them.The meeting would take place at my house on a Sunday. My wife always went to visit her mom on Sundays after church, so I would have about a two hour window. The day of our scheduled meeting had came. I texted David and let him know. ‘Will you come upstairs?’ he asked softly. I nodded. He surprised me by shifting his arm under my knees and bending down so I could grab my purse, then carrying me to the elevators. I just watched him, mesmerized, not even thinking about what kind of scene we were making. He put me on my feet once in the elevator, wrapping his arms around me so that I was pressed against him securely. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I whispered. ‘I was terrible to you.’ His brow wrinkled in concern. ‘Chelsea, you don’t need to. She showed me her ass, her nipples, the inside of her sex. She even masturbated in front of me, after a little encouragement of course. Prissy Paula was so embarrassed at first, but she was into it now and rapidly approaching orgasm.I winced. "Sorry Paula... not doing anything for me."The little car that was humming along so nicely toward its final destination, coughed and then sputtered. Naked, horny, and with fingers embedded in pussy, Paula realized how stupid she must look in front of her.