And go away, Pranab might hear,” Diya said in a slower voice.“Let’s go somewhere, away from your controlling husband,” Sumit smirked.“When did I ever say no? Desi indian Diya started to kiss him again, vigorously this time. Diya’s breath met Sumit’s chest and her boobs met his abs.“You. The sweat had soaked into her blouse and petticoat.Sumit opened the door, with strict displeasure on his face.“Thirty minutes late, so you don’t want to learn?” Sumit said with a stern face.“Sorry Sumit, you know I was..” the naive Diya was trying to defend when Sumit started again.“But your offense deserves punishment, don’t you agree?”“Yes,” Diya nodded in agreement.“Go to the table and bend over,” Sumit said firmly.The landlord’s wife went to the table and hesitantly bent over it.Sumit came from behind and grabbed both her hands, placing them both on the table.
