Mere doodh usme sama nahi rahe the vo bhar aa rahe the kyuki vo size chota tha. Fir bhi mai bra pahani net vali top pahani aur bina panty pahan ke sho...t pahanke naha ke bhar aagyi.Mere doodh saaf dikh rahe the aur teeno boys mujhe hi dekh rahe the. Aur mai jaake bed pe bhaith gayi aur rahul ne mere liye peg bana dia aur bola ki arpana lo piyo. Mai vaise bhi bhut nashe me thi fir bhi mai pii hi rahi thi. Teeno ki nazar sirf mere doodh pe thi.Utne me shubham utha aur bola ki chalo mai change kar. How did I get into this position? Well it all came back to me. I was in the punishment toilet, yet again. I had been here twelve years ago as language student on a bicycling tour of the mountains of the Voges and I crashed into this Convent which is called Sainte Marguerite, not far from Strasbourg. The Mother Superior had let me in until I repaired my bike and had let my cuts and bruises got better. At that time it was operating as a Refuge for beaten and abused wives and it was run partially. As I dismounted from the train, with the help of a porter, I noted up on a hill above the town what appeared to be an open air theater. It must be used to put on plays during the warmer days of spring and summer. I was greeted by a gentleman in a summer suit and a somber manner. He shook my hand with his left hand. His right hand had been lost somehow. He introduced himself as John Jennings, and I reminded him of my name, Bill High. I didn't find it too strange that he was one-handed. In farm. His eyes drank her form in as she daintily sat down on the saucer chair, her thighs sealed together tightly.“Do you like my shoes? Of course you do,” her sultry voice sang as her open-toed heels were lifted into the air so he could see her toes wiggling. Keeping her thighs shut tight, his mistress bent down to unbuckle her shoes. The black heels were left standing on the ground as she slipped her feet out of their grasp, her nails lightly caressing the bottom of her feet before allowing them to.