"I have to choose an outfit for the dance we are having in two days," she said as she showed me her phone. "I have narrowed it down to these three."I ...looked at the phone as she showed me an image of herself in a changing room. She wore a tight bodysuit that showed off all her curves. Her cleavage was very prominent in it. Then she swiped the screen as another picture of her came up. This body suit had a C cut out of the stomach area. It showed her tight stomach."I don't like that one too much,". “I know. I’m a bad, bad girl.” She replied, the sex kitten voice finally coming out.“What should we do to bad girls?”She took a step forward and slowly ran her finger down my chest.“Bad girls deserve spankings, don’t they?” She said, sex kitten voice in full effect now.My grin grew bigger and I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards the couch. She giggled happily as I sat down and pulled her over my lap. I flipped up her skirt to find some very plain, boring panties underneath.“She. Do ladke wahi the aur rashmi ke kapde fadkar fek diye aur uske breasts ko chus rahe the and ek ladka uske chut main ungli kar raha tha and rashmi mast hoti jaa rahi thi aur awaz nikal rahi thi ki ohhhh sanju fuck me ohhh aaaahh aahhhh ahhh uuff.Fir ek ladka aaya aur rashmi ki panty mere muh main daal di aur mujhe kheench kar leke jaage bola ki mera lund daal apni biwi ke chut main. Pata nahi but mera lund ye sab se khada ho raha tha but phir bhi maine roka apne aap ko aur maine mana kiya aisa. Not that I disliked women ingeneral. I loved my mother and my sisters, of course, and I surelytreated very well all my previous girlfriends, who had, so far as I know,no complaints against me. What bothered me was that some women, in myopinion, were too self-conscious. Especially those who insisted inoccupying traditional male jobs, like lawyers, physicians and, of course,businesswomen.Once I was celebrating a happy hour with some friends at a pub close tomy practice. I was a successful plastic.