Their tongues both escaped at the same time, twirling in the shared space of their joined mouths, pulling and sliding across each other, tasting each ...other, delighting in the texture, the feel, the slight friction of tongue on tongue.After eliciting another groan, he slid the palms of his hands slowly down the front of her breasts, knowing how she both loved and hated the friction of it, the raw feel of skin on skin. She didn't pull away though, continuing to crush him against herself, her. This had the makings of a good night I thought to myself. Our first mission was to hit the open bar. My friend and her girlfriend grab enough mixed drinks for a group of ten, for me I stick to water. We began to hang, drink, and dance. We would step out for a smoke, talking and laughing. Back inside, the sea of people became an ocean. I was okay with that because that meant we were f***ed to be closer. The more she drank the more handsie she was getting. I lend in to tell she something. The. Now shush up and hold still." He focused his attention on the lad's bottom and landed a dozen swats over his silky panties. These were not as hard as the paddings he received last night, but it still hurt anyway, and even though he didn't cry, he still whimpered loudly through clenched teeth. Another dozen were applied to the left side of Kennewick's south end after the first twelve were administered."Let me guess," he said, after the ordeal was over, "those other twelve, even though there was. His mother, Meenu was a prostitute at her young age. She wasn’t sure who the father of her child was. When Karan was 5, Meenu had a client named Vakil., who developed a soft corner for Meenu and saw something in Karan. Vakil, who was a part of the Mumbai underworld, had moved to Delhi. He took Karan under his wings. Meenu and Karan were left wanting for nothing. Karan started taking part in Vakil’s business from a young age and slowly developed the empire. Now he was the top boss and Vakil.