”I stood and checked on the steaks, turning them over before getting out plates and cutlery. “Cat got your tongue cunt?” He persisted. “...r was I close to the truth?”“Whatever.” I replied lamely.“Whatever? What kind of dumb-fuck answer is that?” He strode over and slashed my tits again, leaving a brutal welt across each. “Answer me or I’ll give my arm a good workout!”“YOOOWWWW!!!” I squealed in genuine pain, though my pussy was getting wetter by the second. “Yes, I’m fucking. "Crap," she snapped. "I'm cold, and bored, and really wanted to see him."Martha looked like she wasn't in any hurry to run off, and I made what for me was an impulsive, unprecedented move. "Hey, why don't you come on in? We can listen to some music like we talked about, and I have an unopened bottle of Southern Comfort I would be glad to share." I've been away from New Orleans for a long time, so I don't know how things are now, but in the late sixties Comfort was the drink of choice for a lot. Wo saradar ji the thik thak the unkaa ek beta bhi hai wo married hai aur bahar hi rahata haiMai aunty ke baare me bata hu wo normal dikhine wali Punjabi mahila hai. Dekhene me bahut moti hai per fair hai. Unka fig 38 36 42 hai. Jab ho chalti hai to gaand hilti thi meri niyat unke like kabhi kaharab nahi thi mai khana banana chod diya aur wahi paying gust banakar khane laga. Mai aunty ke sath kaafi interaction tha.mai 6 month se wahi per tha aur ab unke family member ki tarah ho gaya tha.Mai ek. Remove your clothing."I gasped. Complete nakedness was rarely required except in cases of severe punishment. "Please, no!" I pleaded. He looked at me resolutely and replied "It's been decided. Remove your clothes and bring me your paddle and the yard stick."I wanted to pee myself. The yard stick was always and only used to paddle inside and between my legs. And the paddle was the most severe tool we owned. Naked I begged to use the toilet as I handed him the implements. "No," he said soberly..