"Yes, Master," I whisper. "Please keep spanking me." "There's hope for you yet." He disappears again and I screw up my eyes, bracing myself for the ne...t blow. Smack! Solid and unyielding, I cry out as the hard-backed brush connects with my bottom. There is nothing that hurts like the brush and after the rest, I can't bear it. The tears start flowing freely and I scream out at each smack, straining against my ties. "Please! Please Master!" There is no stop in the flow. "Please stop, Master! I. 9 hai ar maintained figure hai apna to ab sidhe per aate ye mere school ki teacher ka story h jo k juniors ko physix padhati hai unka naam shyama(nam changedi) hai unka bomb figure hai ek dum chodne layak ar wo bahut he achhi dikhti hai pyar krne layak.Ha to ab story per aate hai me visakhatnam ke ek schhool me intermediate padha hu.Wahi school me ek sexy mam padhati thi unka nam shyama tha unka age 27 tha.Ar meko unke upar bahut strong lust tha me unse hamesa bat krne ki kosish krta tha magar. “No!” I cry, diving for her knees to tackle her to the ground before she touches the treats, but it’s too late. The clang of metal is deafening against the almost silent night, as something huge plummets from the ceiling. The cage which has dropped from the roof fills half the room. The trap was designed to catch a lone Runner foolish enough to disturb the rations, firing when they’d naturally be in the center. It’s only sheer luck that none of our larger group was underneath the heavy. What do you think of your sister now?” “Are you still bi?” was all I could reply.Ginger chuckled. “I wish. When I said I was faithful, I meant fully. Over the years, I tried to hint to Dirk I might like swapping or swinging, but he never seemed to notice. Since he got posted with the airline across the country right after the wedding, I only saw Karina at reunions and such. Last year, she told me her husband knew that she and I used to play girly games, and would like to try a threesome. I was.