Down to my shoulders. All I could do was stare at my reflection for the longest time, unsure what to think. That wasn't me. It couldn't be me. Could ...t?After several minutes, I started to realize that she did look a little familiar, though I couldn't place where. At least not at first. Then it dawned on me. She looked sort of like the old me, but different. Or, I realized in startlement, sort of like my mom."Oh my God" I whispered, tearing my eyes away from the mirror. "This isn't real" I. Chachi upar sone chli gayi.Pr mere shaitani dimag ne socha yehi acha mauka h chachi ko chodne ka kyonki sb 3 din se phle nah aane wale.Mere dimag mein chachi ko chodne ka sapna 9 class se tha par kbhi mauka nah mila jb mila to himmat nah hui par is bar to mene than liya ki chachi ko apni patni banaunga. 12 bje ke karib mein upar chachi ke kamre mein gaya chachi so rahi thi mene fayda utha kar sidha bathroom mein ghus gaya aur andar dekha to hairan reh gaya chachi ke kapde balti mein the jise. Nothing thrills me more than a harsh blow waking up my nerve endings or the magical sound of something hitting my flesh. To be restrained while it is happening is even better.As far back as I can remember, I have always been that way. I remember as a kid I'd dream that someone had me bound in some fashion while making me squirm with what they were doing to me.I was captured by Indians and tortured.A street gang would grab me off the street and it would be gang-bang time, complete with bonds and. This was the first time anyone had seen her like this. John was now sitting on a chair enjoying the view and started complimenting her on her firm figure and nice breasts. Although embarrassed Jean was enjoying the compliments and could feel that her nipples had hardened. Now John had the magazine and showed her another pose to get into. This was of the same girl but this time she was leaning over a table so that her breasts hung down ,the model had an ample bosom Jean could see she enjoyed.