And as her bosom grew over the years, so her complicated love-hate relationship with it intensified. She never saw the man with the straggly yellow ha...r from the front row again. She hoped he had been locked away for good, the filthy pervert. And any time she ever heard Lullaby of Broadway, she had to leave the room lest she have some kind of panic attack. And so it was with mixed feelings that she boarded the bus into Soho with Rebekah. The thought of being in a theatre at all surfaced. While waiting for the Food to arrive my mother shouted up at me from the bottom of the steps suggesting that I go change in the Bikini, and show her on what I picked out. I went back in my room and got change and walked down the stairs and in to the Living Room got the usual response from the family then I was told to spin around by my mother, then after that I was given Permission to go back upstairs and change back. After when I did my mother turned to my father and said in a frustrated voice. "Ready to suck it?" I asked.Kris was panting now. "Can't...I can't...married...my husband...another man...can't fuck my mouth...no...no..." We'll see about that," I said.I stepped to an old table, opened a drawer and took out a little whip that Kris had picked up at a sex shop. It was black and looked menacing enough, with strands of rubber. Kris said that when I swung it hard it was just right to sting her nipples, and a bit of stinging was all she needed. I began to whip her tits. Kris was. Hotat chokh porlo pasher barir kol tolai. Mymensing e ekhono beshirbhag barite chapkol r chol ache. Himel da’r basha theke kol chapar awaj hocche. Nischoi boudi hobe. Ami boudike dekhar jonno choto pachiler pashe ese daralam. Ekta uchu moto jaigai daratei bujte parlam, ajke amar bhaggo bhalo. Boudi kebol snaner soronjam niye eseche. Nischoi sobe ranna banna sesh korese. Ekhon snan korbe. Chap kol tipe tipe baltite jal bhorche. Jal bhora hoye jetei, sharita khule pashe rekhe, blouse ar peticot.