She could tell that this was a spanking intended only to punish her and she doubted Inspector Jones would be giving her an orgasm afterwards. Indeed, ...this wasn't a spanking anything like that and Sarah struggled with the intensity of the spanks.The Inspector changed to spanking the same bottom cheek time and again once she was happy that Sarah's bottom was a deep enough shade of red. She looked resolute and focused as she kept on spanking the same bottom cheek much more than the dozen or so. R: Fine (She finished water, half glass of water fell on her white T-shirt)Me: Hi dave, ritika is not feeling well can you please come to my cabin.D: Ya sure.Me: Dave is coming, you relax (her wet dress revealing her chest curves and bra straps, I was staring at her breast).R: Ok fine.D: Heh what’s wrong. Are you OK?R: Nothing Dave just headache.Me: Dave you take her home I will take care of your stuff.D: No Rajiv, its client meeting I can’t miss. If you don’t mind can you please drop her home.. Stepping over my strewn clothes, he walked us over to the master suite, never breathing a word. Without warning he dropped me on the bed and quickly clambered on top of me, kissing me hard and passionately, nipping lightly at my bottom lip. My fire was burning hotter now and so was his, judging by the feeling of his hardening cock against my abdomen. I dragged my nails down his back, shifting them around to his chest, my mouth never leaving his. Slowly tracing my fingers over his washboard abs,. I was still confused. She gave me juice and she sat on my lap. Her hot breath made my tool rock solid.She whispered in my ears, “Show me what you got ?” I saw her cleavage in blue saree and black blouse. I started to place my hand on her hot hips. She closed her eyes and she was damn hot. I got some courage squeezed her hips with both my hands.She got mad and pulled me towards her with my hair. She again whispered in my ear, “Impress me, dear. Eat me. Make me cry in pleasure, ” and she kissed.