Dreaming of a girl I had not yet met but hoped one day I would.The dream had started in a place that I imagined could have been a high school reunion,...but dreams are often hazy and people social, work and family groups often cross over resulting in unusual combinations of people in sometimes obscure settings. Anyhow I was me and the other people I knew in the dream were also versions of their own self. When I say that I mean that they carried the same name but some of the adults were children,. Mami ke leg me dard rhta tha isliye wo nai gyi.Mamaji k jaane k baad to mai or maami ghar pe akele the. Mer khusi ka thikana nai tha. Mai bahot khush tha ki ab mai or maami ghar pe akele hain or mai aaram se mauke ka fayda utha skta hu.Garmi ka season tha isliye humlog chat pe sote the. Chat pe do room hai. Ek room me mai or dusre me maami sone k liye aa gyi. Mai sham se yahi soch rha thi ki aaj raat ko to maami k boor or gaand k darshan kar k hi rahunga. Raat hui maami chat pe sone ko aayi.. She now stood behind Greta . "Say "Please punish me . Mistress!" "Please punish me Carol" Carol took a big swing with the crop landing firmly on Greta's cellulite butt. "Yow! Take it easy." Leave your fired!" "No please I need this job" "Well..." Greta looked at the floor " Please punish me Mistress" The swish of crop, the impact on her bottom, the tears and sobs that followed could be heard outside by the staff standing by the door. When Greta's ass was glowing red with the welts of the crop,. The gap in class. Ella sucking on the glass lip willingly. Wanting the alcohol to dumb feelings of shame and then feeling again grateful that the dumbing down of these feelings began to take effect with just a few mouthfuls of the wine. So gradually acting as to be undetectable. A gradual slipping into the uber-relaxed state. Like a retreat. A hiding place. As she had slipped into that state, the renewed stroking of the back of her hand, her fingers. Between her fingers. The stroking of her.