Uske baad mai unke mote mote boobs ko choosne or chaat ne laga fir bhabhi ne mera muh pakda or mujhe kiss (smooch) karne lagi…(pure bathroom mei ham...re hootho ki chhup-chup ki aavze thi)….fir bhabhi meri gardan (neck) ko chaat nei lagi or fir mere cene (chest) ko chaat ne or kiss karne lagi.fir maine apne bathtub mei pani bharne rakha or jub bathtub mei pani bhar gaya tha tub hum dono bathtub mei let kar ek dusre ko kiss or chate ja rahe the.fir bhabhi or mei tub se bahar aaye…..or bhabhi or. "Madina, I have finished the task; about our arrangement." the orbiter stammered nervously, catching the hijabi beauty off-guard. "Oh yes!" she answered with a hypnotizing metronome in her sweet voice, taking off her coat to reveal pure eye-candy; a tight white transparent top that showed her black bra; her nipples practically ripping through; long black satin gloves that almost doubled as sleeves; all this punctuated by a long black leather skirt with a side thigh-slit; giving a good view of. “Twenty lashes with a leather flogger”. I knew this would be the least painful instrument to use but twenty lashes takes a long time to inflict and the pain grew greater with each blow. Then Tom said “your second choice is seven lashes with a leather slapper”, a slapper is a belt like instrument but it had a handle. It hurt more, but the experience was shorter and it left no welts on my back. Then Tom said”of course, you could have five lashes with my leather whip”. I knew this was the most. "She was still looking down at the floor, so I took the opportunity to look around to make sure we were alone. It was Friday evening. All the office lights were off, and the hall lights were on dim, and there was no one to be seen anywhere."You're going to accept my every word as your command. You will do as I tell you to do. You won't complain or cry or try to get out of it." No sir, I mean, yes sir... I will do as I'm told and I won't complain about anything. I promise." All right. Let's go.