At school a woman did not deliver the strap. Thung! Indian Sex She holds the tip of the strap above her shoulder with her left hand taking careful aim. Then she squeezes tension into the handle with her right, lets go of the tip and follows through with her whole arm like a champion golfer. Mia’s voice is more gentle and I am left to interpret the meaning of “Very Good” followed by “The receptionist will come and escort you to the door when you are ready.” Crossing the threshold into Cleveland Road I bid goodbye to my erstwhile voyeur and contemplate the real world of cars and people. To my left, if I had been able to observe it, was a fireplace and imposing mantelpiece. I dreamt about that lovely soft skin between the tops of a woman’s stocking and her crutch. In this case attenuation would have made little difference since, in accordance with my express wishes, Mia had left open the reception door on her way in. It was, however, the look on her face that made me have second thoughts about the wisdom of my actions of a few moments ago in so deliberately exhibiting my cock. I began to think about it challenging Mia’s authority as the purple
