Ab is galti ko sudhar … Mujhe jaha lagi hai waha dawaai laga de” ” ok”Woh dawaai lagane tayaar ho gayi thi…. Kisi din lagya ne bhi waali thi...�� Meine usse kaha ke mere back ke nichle hisse mein lagi hai… Yaane ke gaand ke halka sa upar.. Isliye dawaai lagwane ke liye meine apni shorts utaar diye..Ghar parshirt to kabhi pehanta hi nahi tha .. Yaane ab mein sirf apni underwear mein apni bai ke saamne khaada tha … Vaise aap to yeh jaante nahi par mein dikhta kaafi handsome hun…. Yehi to kaaran tha. " Oh. One of those was in the movie.Angie looked me up and down. My pants were still around my ankles, andmy cage was there for anyone to see."This one is a good candidate for being a sissy," Angie said. "She'lllook good in lipstick. I can see her mincing about the kitchen, cleaningthe floors in her maid's outfit. You can take her with a strap-on, oryou cam watch a male neighbor screw her, or you can send her to the drugstore for lipstick. It's your fun, Darla. But I'll tell you: It's ahoot. . “If you can walk up the stairs by six, I’ll…”“What?” I grinned up at her, “You’ll give me a big fat kiss?” She smirked down at me. “I’ll push you back down them, you insolent little shit.”“Then I’ll be a paraplegic, and you’ll have to take care of me for the rest of my life.” I snickered, snuggling myself into the chair, “I guess you like wiping my ass.”She dumped me forward, and I was sent sprawling onto the floor. Her heels clicked past me as she walked to the far end of the room, and flung. It was a beautiful sight, too—her soft cheeks getting the benefit of the dog-whip’s cruel lash.At one point I let go of Cleo’s arm and she tried to get away from me, but as her panties were clogging her knees, I was able to neatly trip her and she landed on her stomach, and I continued the assault with the dog-whip.Precious—her secretary was calling through the door ?Ms. Fetlock, are you all right?? Astoundingly the ?Financial Times? was still in Cleo’s clamped jaw. I had locked the office.