You were the one who disagreed. And I never understood why." Oh... you." She remembered her confusion and awkwardness as she'd stared at herself in th... mirror. She'd been 14, and she'd been more self-conscious about her breasts than when they'd first started to bud. They looked misshapen and they always seemed to be in the way. "Call it a girl thing." Call it a woman thing," he reproved her gently. "Women have breasts, girls don't." He kissed them again, and she could feel his kisses go deep. Mere naye padoshi ke bete ka naam monu h wo mujhse umar me bada h aur unki beti ka naam mamta h jo ki mere umar ki h aur ab hum sab friends ban gaye the aur ek dusre se bahut masti karte the aur ek dusre se baaten bhi karte the. Mujhe monu hamesha line marta tha jaise ki wo mujhse thode gande majak karta tha aur mujhe bahut der tak dekhta tha aur meri chuchi ko bhi bahut dhyan se dekhta tha. Mujhe pata tha ki monu mujhe pasand karta h. Hum dono ek dusre se bahtu der tak baaten kiya karte the. Olivia put her hand on mine and said, “I sure hope that your father knows what a great son he has!” They got up to leave.“Thank you – see you in a couple of days,” I said turning my head to keep from showing the tears running down my face.Sari came from around the partition and said, “He does have the best son ever!” She gave me a kiss.I turned everything off, and we left.As we headed to find someplace nice to ‘have relations, ‘ I called Dad and told him about the Bain’s and the Rosen’s. He. Once you are satisfied with them you run your hands over my squashed tits, rubbing nipples, knowing how delicate and sensitive they are.Standing back from me, you look me up and down and admire your handy work. You walk round me, whipped pussy, whipped arse and now whipped tits.With your horsewhip you start to whip my tits, there is no leniency whatsoever in your whipping, you whip hard and steady.I have no idea how many times this will happen, but you are feeling particularly cruel and thus.