Neeta- De mujhe choot ka pani Uuuuummm aahh aah yes come one you BitchMaine bhi josh mai aagyi or boli le to pahle garam pani pee or maine uske chehre...par moot diya vo boli kamini ye kya kiye or khadi ho kar mujhe niche kar mere muh par apni gand rakh kar boli chat Sali chat ise or uski gand se bohat badbu aa rahi thi uumm mai to sab kuch chat gayi or achanak usne ek saans aaaaaah ke saath apna pani mere muh par chod diya or oooooooohhhhhh chat harami Sali aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh yessss or mai pagalo. . merceeee” I head myself screaming at some stage, while I twist and kick frenziedly. It is a stupid thing to ask. My Mistress only lays on with renewed vigour. I howl with torment into the booming lavatory bowl. This is simply for her amusement! At last it is over. Countless stripes blaze across my buttocks. They sting, they smart, they sear deep. She will be looking down on them, gloating cruelly. Once this might have happened to her. Now she is the all-powerful Mistress. “Hurry it up,. Instantly, I feel my panties cut in one simple snip of the cold scissors at my right hip. His voice drones on about the shape of a females hips, the cold scissors trace an line over my flat stomach to the other hip where he snips again. He gives a gentle tug and the panties are history. Slowly my brain registers the fact that if there are no panties then I'm open to the world. A world I cannot see. I jerk my legs, the straps dig into my thighs. My legs can't move at all. The scissors trace an. As she reached for it, Ellen came in. They stood looking at each other, their faces inches apart. Ellen stammered "I just wanted to see if you were alright." "Yes," said Sarah, her eyes avoiding Ellen's. She lifted her head. "I think," she hesitated. "I think I want to go back to the hotel now."The entire ride back was spent in silence. Their thoughts were interrupted by the cab's sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Sarah was conscious of nothing.