O ota naker kache ene tar gondho sukte laglo.bollo ki sendhano gondho o tarpor amar barata mukhe dhukiye chuste taaklo ki tibro sei mukher tan.lal lal...thoth diye sei tan dedkhae amar condition kharap hoye jachilo chokas chokas kore baratak chuste thaklo.Ami r thakte parlam na.ok suiyee dilam.ekta balish or pachar upor diye gud tak amar chokher samne mele dhorlam vablam aj ostomite guder vangon suru hobe ami aste aste gud tak chuste thaklam o chechiye bollo jore jore choso ami o chosar matra. Paying close attention to what I was wearing when boarding the ship, Iwanted to be as incognito as possible. Huge Sun glasses, oversizehoodie, and a baseball cap; made up my ensemble, just in case, I raninto the girls. Fortunately, I didn't see anyone I knew as I made my wayquickly to the cabin.Hanging up all the clothes, and putting my shoes away, I set up thelittle desk in my room as surveillance central. Quickly I turned on allmics, cameras, and GPS to the girl's phones, carefully writing. Fir maine baat ka mood badlate hue kaha agar aap ko achha nehi lagti to aap kuch upnyas ka kitab le kar padho barabar time pass ho jayega. Chachi ne mere se pucha beta tumhara paas agar koi book hai to dona . maine bola mere paas upnayas ka book nehi hai. Turant chchine pucha to fir konsa book hai. Maine bola hindi ka book hai fir usne boli mere ku to hindi ka book padhne nehi ata. Chachine fir se boli mere paas jitna book hai maine padh ki khatam kardiya. Maine pucha konsi book hai mere ku to. “Michelle is yours. Punish her or use her in any way you see fit. With that the Master left the room and locked the door, leaving the two ofus behind. I must admit that I would have been more willing to have a maleslave after the day’s events, but having Michelle to my devices had a bit ofinterest. “You can’t punish me, I’m not a slave like you,” complained Michelle to noavail. “The master has given you to me, and you are mine, slave or not.”.