The Harpist controls the Harp. The Harpist moves the Song.You belong to the Song. The Harp creates the Song.The Harpist controls the Harp. You belong ...o the Harpist."The song repeated over and over again in her head. Becoming more and more real to her. Her mind focused on these truths as she saw them. The moved deeper and deeper into her soul.As the song ended she moved to take her rightful place before her masters. He was the Harpist, master of the harp, master of her. She would obey Jack. My liking grew more when I observed Lima auntie’s misbehavior to Kalpana auntie. She always scolded Kalpana auntie as Kalpana auntie was cuter than her. There was another reason to like Kalpana aunty , she always caress me and kissed me and gifted me various items like chocolate, candy, marbles etc. So I always passed my leisure time around Kalpana aunty and my mom never forbade me about that. But Lima auntie never liked my frequent presence to Kalpana aunty . She forbade me to mix with Kalpana. She was now just a scared little tomboy about to be spanked. Or so she thought."Actually," I said, "I have something different in mind for you today." Placing my hand on her fine young bottom, I let it glide over the warm flesh, untouched by any sunlight and oh, so pleasingly white.Sara gasped loudly. "Reverend Father! What are you doing?" Her eyes were no longer pleading but shocked.Other than bare her rear end the last time she was here, my hands had never touched her body. Now my right hand. I came home from work on Friday and was looking forward to the weekend, it had been a hard week and I was in need of a little rest and relaxation. She started telling me that one of her gym instructors had massaged her neck for a few minutes earlier that day and he told her that she was very tense and tight. She explained that Chris, her instructor was a part time masseur and after rubbing her neck and shoulders for just a couple of minutes he had told her how tight and tense she was and that.