Ramesh uncle sofe par baithe the unhone bimla ko apne pairo ke bich mai niche bithaya aur lund muh mai de diya john uncle nai bra kholi mummy ke bade ...ade chuche nange ho gaye johhn un ko kas kas ke daba raha tha mummy ggggguuuu kar rahi thisuresh nai mummy ka peticot aur pantee uttar di mummy ke mote mote chuttad dekh ke hairan ti suresh uncle nai mummy ke chuttado par khinch ke 4-5 thappad mare bahut tez awaz aayi chuttado par hath ke lal nishan pad gaye mummy chikhi apne hath chutado par le. ..sure" I answer You strike my legs hard and I feel hot pain flash in front of my eyes "Shit! Why did you do that!?" You smack it again and I notice your pants becoming tighter as you enjoy my pain "I said...refer to me as sir at all times, and you said you understood. When you disobey me I will be forced to remind you of my rules. Do you understand now?" "Yes sir" I answer ashamed at my submission and look down at my hands wringed in my lap then slide then under the material of my skirt and. I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss managed to graze past Sanjana’s fingers once or twice as he turned the pages for her. Though she pretended not to notice I knew she was conscious what he was getting at and that made her nervous. She flipped through the remaining pages quickly, thanked him politely and got up to leave. She obviously did not want to encourage. I had come a little prepared, with a white embroidered night shirt, but these little touches didn't really make Jaime smile- the morning saw him focused on other things and I left a bit disappointed.The abusive Mexican saw me at breakfast, and came over and asked for my number. OK, OK, I gave it to him, he's hardly Adonis, and not really full of charm, but in my day-job I need to network!Anyway, why my first diary entry at all. Because I received a bunch of flowers- Its valentine's day, from a.