Bolei tar mukhe amar barata ber kore dhukiye dilam. Bara to fule dhol hoye chilo, tar puro mukh puro bhore gelo.Tar par se ki Chosa pakka rendir moto ...huste lagla aar jore jore barata upar nich korete laglo je amar betha laglo. Ami ahhhhh Shhhhhh korte laglam ar bollam “ahhh shali aste lagche uhhh mal beriye jabe re rendi ahhhhh” Se garam jore jore bara khichte laglo arbollo “ahhhh bokachoda gude bara shhhhh dhokabi kina bol nahole tor bara uhhhhh sesh kore debo, kotodin nijer dadar bara dekhe. Then my leggings were pulled down. I heard him unbuckle his belt. I began to panic and tried to get up. He pushed me down. The belt flew through the air and smacked across my buttocks. The lashes came continuously as he said "You stupid slut. I told you what you were to wear in the house and you have disobeyed me, slut." The lashes came hard and fast. They seemed to go on forever. My screams turned into cries of pain as I nearly passed out. When he finished he unhooked my bra and grabbed my two. Wednesday was the UPS announcement at Morton Field in the terminal. It was noon when it began and the girls had bought our own TV type camera and was broadcasting it on our SVOL system that we used with our college security.The Office could now broadcast live to all of our locations important events and conferences at one time. The girls were no longer trapped with only the people we could cram into my or Marcy’s office.I was using my laptop with the Department’s satellite internet and I was in. Sadthing was, it was true. "Oh," said Mark all sweet-nasty, "Playing with Debbie's clothesagain?" "No, asshole, this is..." My smarts must've finally caught up withme, 'cause I realized it would be a Really Bad Idea for me to mentionnames. "I can't say whose, actually." "Are you sure that's not _yours_?" Ed snickered. So did everyoneelse. "Oh, don't be a jackass," I snapped, and waved the tag at them,"this is a size _six_." The cold certainty shut everyone up again. .