Dekhe bra pora nai kono. Kano jani tasnuva k ai oboshtai dekhe amar dhon o halka khara hoi jaccilo. Tasnuvar chokhe paani eshe geche. O chesta korleo ...hutate parcilo na. Akjn bollo oke chodar kotha tokhn odr leader bollo agei na. Or jonmodin to, oppekha korte. Bole ora tasnuvar mathar hijab ta age khule fello. Leader je o oder bollo tasnuva k amader shamne nie omne dhorte. Ora tasnuva k amader shamne nie ashlo. Ai obosthai tara age or jacket ta khule fello, tarpor abr dui haat uchu kore dhorlo.. . nasty little shit who I should have... ', the Captain barked as the whip hit my buttocks for a fourth time, harder than it had done before.' ... chucked overboard when we found you'. She brought the whip down even harder for a fifth time and I felt my rear explode in more pain than I had ever experienced in my life.The Captain passed the whip to another member of her crew and cackled as the whip was brought down on my rear end. I yelled in agony, as one of the tips curled round my perineum. As usual I found Carter sitting in the easy chair with a beer sound to sleep. I went to bed another night with out fulfillment. The next day I went to school as usual and found myself supper horny. I was thinking about sex with every conversation. I was starving once again. The hunger was building deeply in the pit of my stomach. It was boiling over again. I wanted to feel a large cock deep in my pussy. I wanted that vibrator on my clit. I wanted to blast off to the moon. Thank God class was. I grab my spoon and my bowl and sit on the tile floor next to my chair. The initial shock of the cold tile is startling on my naked butt. I sit cross legged and take a bite of my oatmeal. I look before me and see my wife's nylon clad legs, so they inspire the way they are framed by her skirt. I see the key that holds my release glistening by her ankle."I'm revoking your silverware privileges boy," she states.I put my spoon on the table without asking why.I start licking the tepid oatmeal from.