Mi sofyawar towel war basalo hoto wa maja bamboo tat jhlyamule to ubha hota. Ti sofya cha khali yeun basali wa mhanali tu kharacha underwear ghatali ...ahi , mi mhanalo kashawarun , tar ti mhanali sagal distay yetun. Tas mi ubha rahilo tar ti mhanali bas luju nako. Asa mhanat ti maja shejari yeun basali aani ek halki chapati majya dandu war marat mhanali, aaj maja kade pahun tula asa kay hotay, mi lagecha mhanalo tu ekti aahe he pahun tula jorat ghat pakdun thewus watay tar mag pakad asa ti. I immediately became uncomfortable about where this was going and noted a desperate look on Tammy's face.“Kim, who does your dad want you to chose as your Master?” I asked worried about the answer I was about to receive.“Well my daddy of course. Tammy wanted me to come here and view the ceremony and also told me I should consider taking you as a Master, as she knows you are a good guy and would never hurt me. I have to admit that Daddy is a lot more rougher with his slaves then you are.” She. Of course, I did just what he’d asked. I told him how embarrassed I’d been ... how embarrassed I was telling him these things ... and I just ate my lunch and drank my tea, like this was perfectly normal. I even leaned toward him intimately, so no one else would hear my most personal feelings.When we were done, we continued our walk, and I was puzzled when he turned and walked me down an alley between two stores. When we got to the end of it, it branched, left and right, and we strolled down a. I noticed that Roger and Hank each had one hand moving quietly under the table as Dave dealt out the next game. It was hard to say where the men’s eyes lingered more, on Vicki’s big breasts or my slim body with my mound showing clearly under the hot pink lace.Dave leaned back for a minute, gazing at my perky boobs. Then he looked at Peter and said softly, “So how about we play for fifteen minutes with one of the girls?”“Twenty minutes!” Vicki objected. She looked at me and I nodded. No reason.