It was Kyron Torbert, the house manager at the 1928 Hummingbird Lane home. He was letting Doug know that the dishwasher wasn’t working. Doug replied...that he would stop by in a few to look at it. Kyron said there was no need to rush.Over the Hummingbird Lane location, Kyron was texting back and forth with Damien Potter. Kyron was a cosmetology teacher at HHSCC. He stood five-foot-eight-inches tall and had a cafe au lait complexion. Damien was a former basketball player at HHSCC and lived in the. To be honest, I would have been quite happy with a flip-phone, but Lappies had felt that would put out the wrong message to potential clients. In the end he’d presented me with an Android phone as a gift. I’d taken it apart to examine the workings, put it back together, and discovered that the phone and I were members of a mutual hate society. I detested trying to type anything on those idiot keys. In return it hated me enough to make sure everything I typed came out wrong.“We’re coming up to. Just ask what comes to mind and don’t be afraid to ask me anything. I will not laugh at you,” He answered back smiling.Thinking about what to ask first, she bit her lip in thought, “Well, I guess I should ask what is first and foremost on my mind. I know that there is some punishment and spanking involved in this, but to what degree and how much do you do it?”“Are you afraid that I’ll hurt you little one?” He asked smoothly.Feeling her body tremble at the sound of his voice, she unknowingly. Ab larki tuo nahin keh saktay kionkeh ab main kanwara nahin tha per phir bhi larki lag raha tha. Main nay aik gum nikal ker munh main dal li gum buat achi thi aur mera munh aik dam baraf ki tarah thanda ho gaya, main thanday thanday sanse lenay laga aur bed per baith gaya. Uncle naha ker bathroom say bahir aay tuo unhoon nay T-shirt aur pant pehni hue thi aur un ki pant agay say zip wali jagah say kati hue thi aur kafi bara sorakh tha Jis main say un ka lun saaf nazar aa raha tha woh meray pass.