I followed her. we went outside suddenly she lifted her sari and start pissing. I heard the sound ssssss after that she told me to piss. I am shy pers...on I am going forward she held my hand, I stopped. to my surprise she holds my cock on lungi. I am in a different mood .I cannot resist .my hand are shaking. she took my lungi, and hold my cock telling me what a big one (nee modda balisindi).start pissing, she told but I cannot piss, my hands and legs are shaking. While I was pissing she started. Fran Carleton was an inspiration.Fran recalled her very first really humiliating strapping given, not in the house, but in the back yard one fall day when she was fourteen years old. She had been caught smoking a cigarette! She knew she was in for it now and her heart was pounding like crazy as she waited for her farther to return from the evening shift at the factory. Her mother filled her husband in on the bad news and a cloud of guilt and fear filled the house. But her dad did not punish. I would often pretend to be another man and encouraged Nisha to be the cheating wife who was not satisfied by her husband.At first Nisha was struggling with this or at least that was the impression she wanted to create. I could tell that she was enjoying it as the orgasms had started to return to the prior greater intensity.At times I would pretend to be the landscaper, or the electrician who was called just to change a light bulb. I was enjoying this immensely. There was this pleasure in. She dropped her pen down. She bent down to pick it and her bums were facing my face so near as I was sitting on the chair, I could clear see the panty lines and my dick started raising under my pyjama and usually I don’t wear underwear in the room. And she asked me to get up so that she can practice on my system. Slowly I got up and went and sat on the bed.as usual I could see her red panty peaking out. Her sister too joined us and as usual she sat facing me and she turned around and saw her.