?Ste. Are you gonna get your ass over here and help me out or what??I looked across at him.He smiled. ?I wasn?t going to give it you so fast but i fu...ckin need tounload?.I sat up on my elbows, not sure how to react. My first thoughts were thatI wanted to, but then that it might make the holiday kind of weird.??Ste? he said more firmly now. ?Get here now? he said and pointed to theground. I was too drunk and too horny to make any kind of protest. Iwanted his dick, there was nothing else too. Now, the city tries to pretend they don't own the land because of the dangers of lawsuits. They should remove the tree houses, but the police consider them to be a great way to keep children entertained in some safety. So far, they have been lucky. The reason I tell you this is that you might realize there is no bathroom in the tree house. However, when the tree houses were first built, the townspeople put in three outhouses on the ground in the grove. The nearest one to this house is about one. “That’s a good girl,” I cooed. “We’ve almost done. Just a few more light smacks to go.”Once she was down with her neck in my grasp, I let rip on her protruding bare ass.Thwack … thwack … thwack… thwack … thwack …. thwack… in quick succession as hard as I could, the sting now bright red and angry. I’d laid into her so hard and so fast she’d no time to rebel, but now was the time for a pause.“How do you like that, you lazy weak bitch?” I barked, again with pointed and feigned. “Wait for Pranab, get out, we will have all this fun.” She turned the tap off, preparing to leave. “Leave your washroom door open,” Sumit pleaded, unable to fulfill his orgasm. Diya smiled as she went out, fixing her dress.Early that morning, Pranab had left for Kolkata. Sumit had gotten ready for the trip, with his loose pants and t-shirt. Diya in the meanwhile was waiting for her new tops. She had put on the short skirt, it barely covered her ass. She then put on the crop top. Her cleavage.