By the time Monica had completed her commendably thorough fifty strokes Lady Caylethorpe was in a terrible state. She lay keening over the stool her c...hest heaving and her body covered in a sheen of perspiration from her struggles against her restraints. Her buttocks and thighs were a swollen mass of raised contusions and her hair lay in a limp tangled mess over a face red and swollen from crying and streaked with the ruins of her make-up. Much though one might have considered her fate to have. After about 10 minutes of just wading around in their robes Lesly pulled Susan to her and gave her a long hot kiss. Susan slid her hands under the hem of Lesly’s robe and tightly squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass. Lesly pulled Susan’s robe open exposing her beautiful breasts with her dark nipples standing at attention. Lesly cupped her breasts and started alternating between licking and pinching each one. She then moved one hand down Susan’s toned stomach and slipped her fingers into her. Fir ky mene unhe peeth ke bl litaya aur unke upr let gya aur pglo ki tarah kiss krne lga ;). …. Wo ahhh ahhh mja aara he …. Bolne lgi …Fir mene … Apna haath unke saari ke andr daal tango ke pss … Chutu ke drshn ke liye … Ahhh mil gyi unki koml si chut …aisa lgra tha thers no hair there … Ahhhh … Me unki chut sehlane lga …. Aur unki aawaj tez hone lgi …mujhe abb Dr lgne lga tha ki mere mom dad na utth jaye … Fir mene unhe kha neeche ke kmre me chlte he taki koi jaag na jaye … Fir hum neeche kmre. There was a lot of new tonight. The gold dress Dan picked for my date with Greg, dates plural, many to come. The sexy underwear she made Greg buy yesterday with promise of wearing tonight. Mostly, Laura’s relationship status with the two men in her life was totally new beginning tonight. What was borrowed? Laura contemplated; mostly time was what was borrowed, time away from her marriage with Dan. Nothing felt blue about tonight, nothing would, unless . . . . What about blue in the context of.