“I think you have been a very naughty boy.” She told him in an almost eerie whisper.“Yes Mistress, I have been masturbating without your permiss...on.” He said with his heart pounding in his throat and chest. He heard the sound of the flogger snapping in her hand as she leads him to a wall with chains and hand cuffs. She quickly cuffed him to these chains and he felt her pulling his jeans down around his ankles, his heart was racing wildly now and then he felt it, the flogger smacking his ass.. Mu kahili thik achhi bhauja mu kana karibi? Se mo banda ku muha re nei tikia chuchumila pare tanka bia muhare rakhile o mu taku bia upare jorre ghasi baku lagili..ahhh..kana karuchha..bivek..plzzzz.. au kasta diani.. purei dia mo bia bhitare.. tama mushala ku.. mu seuthhu jorr-re eka dhaka deli je banda ra mundita kebala pasigala..Mu 1st thara gehu thibaru mote bi kasta heuthila..bhauja chitkara kariuthile..aaaa boulo.. mu rahigali. Se seuthu kahile rahhigala kana pai? Mu kahili tamaku katuchhi. I let go of the handle and the mower stopped. She reared up on one elbow, displaying a very full breast with a dark nipple, smiled at me and asked, "Am I in the way?"My heart nearly stopped and my cock quivered. She was a ripe beauty, long and lean, pale blonde and cover-girl pretty - the prototypical trophy wife I guess."Do my back, will you?" she asked, holding out a big tube of something and covering her exposed breast with her hand and forearm. It was more than a handful, that bulging mound. "I don't know about this, Don. I haven't been feeling well. I don't know if I can be your wife much longer." I don't want to go another day without you. It's what we would have done fifteen years ago had we not moved away from each other. It also makes it easier for me to adopt Kasey. I love you Jessica Mayberry. I want to marry you." I love you too, Don. But I don't think getting married is fair to you. We both know I'm dying. Getting married won't change that. I'm perfectly happy with what we.