" "Or perhaps you 'want' me to rip this pretty dress from your body." He took hold of it in his fist between my breasts. "You'd love that, wouldn't y...u?" I swallowed and stopped struggling. "But it's one of my favourites, Sir," I whined. Surely he wouldn't. "You don't think I would?" I looked at him imploringly. I needed fucking. I didn't need my second favourite dress torn to shreds. God... I could feel how wet I was getting. I'd put my panties back on earlier. They were getting wet and it. Mujhe khana banana aata nahi tha to mami boli manisha bhabhi ko bol deti hu wo tumhare liye khana bana ke de diya karegi, maine thik hai bol dia. Next day main office se aake change kar raha tha ki tabhi door bell baji, maine towel lapet ke hi door open kia to bhabhi hath main vhai leke khadi thi, to maine unke hath se chai le liya or bol aap bhi aajayiye chai leke sath main pite hain waise bhi aap to akeli hi ho, to wo boli thik hai.Maine jaake bedroom main change karke hall main aa gaya. She is methodical, starting at top left, following the line the cane left, moving across my buttocks, then down the next, slowly sweeping, Her tongue seeking out the ridges with patience and care. I feel her nose across my bottom, touching me as She moves from welt to welt. My Mistress cares for me. This I know. She shows it in how we communicate when not in play. She shows it in how she pays attention to the things I want and love. She shows it by pushing me farther than I thought I could ever. Are you happy about it Preethi said surely that's the reason I am asking. Then don't worry much and be happy. It went as it is for three months and once Preethi asked me the reason for coming late after closing the shop, sometimes we used to skip in business hours only. That's also problematic. One day when we were alone aunty had gone out and Prema to college Preethi asked me the reason for coming late and what is going on and she had come to know about skipping during business hours, through.