Our second swat across their cunts caused both of themto jerk again, but they both took it well & did not scream loudly. Their cunts& assholes however... did not fare as well. Both girls now had small cuts acrossthem. Also both of them were crying softly from the pain too. I then asked themif they were finally ready for us to fuck them & they both nodded yes.Now we lowered them back down like yesterday by their legs & untied their armsfrom their sides & tied a piece of rope to their wrists so that. I put my tongue tip deep in her navel and licked it good.The scent of the lavender scented candle’s was mind blowing at that moment.I took off her saree she helped me to take it off and now she was in her black lace panty and nothing else.She now took the lead and made me stand and she caressed my dick over my pant and she kneel down and unbutton my pant and I helped her to take it off and she kissed my dick over my boxer and I insisted her to take it off by closing eyes.She followed my word. We held hands in silence for a while, no words needed to be said. She knew what I would say, and I knew what she’d say back. So just us and smiles. But the morning moved on and she had to start the arduous task of prettifying and primping. I have to say, even as a GBF, the art of the war paint has always been lost on me. I’ve always thought that women look their best as natural as possible and not caked in an inch of slap. But what do I know? I prefer a hairy cheek to a powdered brow. Despite. Renault was drilling us in class every day. There were no new chapters to read. Every night we had a practice exam to do at home. Each morning, she reviewed it question by question. I had adapted to most of the pieces that were different from what I remembered. But we hadn’t even touched on the current events part of the curriculum. That’s where I was really confused. I could see trends in American history now that affected where we were politically and socially but I didn’t have any.