I just regularly shave it down. Never mind, it’s already late for prayers. You better go to sleep.” And she left the room.I also went for sleep. J...st after one and half hours I woke up. It was already nine in the morning. I brushed my teeth and went into the hall for tea. Grandpa was already sitting in the hall and was seeping his tea. Radha mom just came out of her bedroom. She was holding prayer bowl in her hand. She came near to grandpa and bowed down in front of him for blessings. Grandpa. “Mmmmm, that's good,” she said, closing her eyes. “OK, your turn. Let me see.” She took the fork from my hand, cut a bite and held it up to me. As I took the bite, some of the filling got on the side of my mouth. “Oops, sorry Brian, let me get that for you.” She leaned in and kissed/sucked the pie filling off of my lips. I was slightly shocked and I think she could tell. She sat back quickly, “Oh, sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm usually not that forward with this kind of thing, but. Crack! Yow! The first stroke from the riding crop. Crack. Crack. Yow. I squealed. "Shut up, slut"Crack. Crack. I could just imagine the stripes starting to appear on my poor soft white bottom.Crack. I screamed. "OK, you whore. I told you to shut up."Master fiddled behind me, and then in front of me. "Open wide."Something was at my mouth. A lubed dildo maybe. "Go on, take as much as you can." I managed to get maybe three inched down my mouth."Well, that's just been up inside you for the last. I feel him looking at me, and he tells me not to cry. I reply that I’m not going to. He knows I’m lying. I blink them down far enough that it’s safe to look at him. He leans towards me, waiting for me to go. I don’t want to. I’m stalling. He reaches out and catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, then releases it, telling me that everything will be fine. I sigh, glancing away, knowing that his version of fine is vastly different from my own. My eyes drift back over to him, and I.