Omg ek bada hi mota meat ka peace mere saamne tha devar ji ne apne neeche ke baal bhi saaf kiye hue the jiski wajah se land ek dum chamak raha tha mai...e thoda sa tel apne haath me lekar jaise hi unke tatto ko chhua to mere badan me current dodne laga or unka land bhi khada hone laga , devar ji ne meri taraf nasheeli aankho se dekha or bole sorry bhabi ye apne aap hi ho raha haiMaine unko smile di or kaha koi baat nahi ye to hota hi hai dheere dheere wo land 7 inch lamba or lagbhag 3 inch mota. As soon as the woman who called herself Linda had left, Martin opened the envelope and found a small four paged pamphlet in it. It had a gray text which said ‘ Sensei Linda’s academy of female self-defense’, in rather large gray letters over a pink background. Behind the text was a silhouette picture in shades of pink, resembling a naked female body. Martin immediately opened the pamphlet and the two boys started reading. Apparently, according to the pamphlet, Linda was a 39 years old martial. " I don't care, I want her awake."Maria lay face down on cold bare concrete, aching. She couldn't, wouldn't open her eyes. The splash of cold water shocked her eyes open. She sputtered, but did not have the strength to yelp. "That did it. She's awake, I think." Perhaps, Ma'am. I'll check." DeeDee shook Maria's head by the hair, checking her eyes. "Yes, Ma'am. She's awake. Barely." Whip her butt twice. That will finish bringing her around."Whap! Whap! The crop cut into Maria's left buttock. She. I don’t know exactly how long ago. It didn’t seem to serve any purpose in counting the days after a while. Maybe a year ago. I don’t know. A year of my life wasted, living naked in chains in a metal box. Never released. Never seeing my captor. Never hearing any noise, or seeing anything except for my dull prison. Never having any form of contact, any form of mental relief from my constant imprisonment. Always aware of my pointless existence as owned property, locked away for the.