. Chod daaaalll muje eee ….. Ssssaas …… Aaahhhh …… Faaad de merrriiiii chuutt aaahh …… Wahh meraaa rajaaa aur tezzzz kar haaa aise hi me...jor jor se dhakke laga rha tha fir me chut me hi choot gaya an me uske uper letke use chus rha tha aur me bola wah aunty maza agaya ab muje unki gand v marni thi mene unko kha doggy style me khade ho jayie wo kutiya ki tarah khadi ho gayi mene unke gand k ched ko sunga or kiss kiya wo boli wow maza a rha h mene ab mera pura muh unki gand me gusa diya wo maze. Sir Jolyon’s experience though, had taught him that delivering a penultimate stroke that erred on the milder side was a ‘false security’ for the punishee and made the traditionally harder final stroke all the more effective. “Remind me Judith, what’s special about the final stroke of the six?” enquired Sir Jolyon as he repeatedly tapped the cane across the centre of her bottom, his rich tones presenting an almost menacing air as he spoke. “It’s the hardest Sir.” replied Judith trying to avoid. I didn't really like her new job because she had to travel and would be gone for two or three days on the average of twice a month. But she loved her job and was happy so I decided not to push for kids until she hit 'the wall.' You do know about 'the wall' right? Every company that has been in business for a long time has a 'wall.' It is called the "Because that is the way we have always done it" wall. I knew that the entrenched bureaucracy would resist all the changes she wanted to make and. "Actually, I was thinking of showing her to you."I barely managed to hold back a giggle when her brow furrowed exactly theway her mother's did when she was confused. After giving her shoulder aquick squeeze, I turned towards the end-table nearest me, both to hide mygrin and to open the door I had unlocked before sitting down.Once I had pulled a heavy, black, vinyl-clad album from the end-table andlaid it in my lap, our daughter squealed with delight. "Ooooo! Familypictures!" I really hadn't.