” ki tabhi meri Bhabhi mujhe pagalon ki tarah kiss karne lagi, main bhi bade-bade choochion ko dabane laga ki tabhi bhabhi boli “aur jor se daboa ...ajaaa.. uiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaa hhhhuuunnn aaauurrrrrr jjjjjorrsee”main bhi apne bhabhi ke muh mein muh dal kar French kiss karma laga aur phir main unke bade bade choochion ko choosne laga, unke khade khade nipples ko main pinch kar kar ke choosene laga mujhe bhi maja aa raha tha unhe hairan karne mein to is liye main choochion ko dhire-dhire choosne. I moaned causing Peyton to laugh.I tried on the skirts and the blouses. They were stylish and neat andfully appropriate for the boardroom. I looked like an executivesecretary and that thought had me doubling over in unquenched arousal.Gayle never dressed as I was at that moment and it was arousing ashell. My face needed work, as did my hair, but from the neck down I wasall business and pretty damned sexy.Peyton couldn?t keep her hands off me. Did she know what she was doing?That she was fueling. As I started blooming, with my breast/boobs becoming more visible, my parents were worried about my future. There was one boy Ashok, in college who was close to me ( was a very very distant relative too) and I could see the yearning for love in his eyes, but I never encouraged him much. Those days, I used to wear the traditional salwaar kameez to college with a duppatta around. Ashok was a good friend of mine and a couple of times, if he caught me alone, he would try to take me in his arms and. She heard him pull his belt free from his pants.SMACK.She felt the sting of the leather belt across her ass…and again…and again. He whipped her over and over, her tender flesh stinging and bright red. A few tears fell as a natural reaction to the pain, but inside, she was numb.He beat her a few more times.“Never talk back to a potential client. Never hurt a client!” he hissed at her as the lashing came with every word.His arm tired, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her down to the floor.