Ar lal golaper moto lagchhe. Ami oor gude jiv dhukiea diea chuste laglam. Aktu nonta nonta guder rosh darun gondhho chete chete khete thaklam.O odike ...mar pod theke jngiea ta namiea dilo. Amar 8” bara ta oor dude thekte laglo. O abar bollo ami tomar Nunu chusbo. Sune ami obak. Kichhu na bole oor mukhe amar bara dhukiea dilam. Abar oke bollam ake bole 69, ami tomar gud aar tumi amar bara chuschho. KIchhukhon aram cholar por. Ami oke ulte dilam. Uff ki pod sada dhop dhope. Ami dui hath diea oor. But to my surprise a friend of ours, married woman saw us, but didn’t say anything that night but two nights later I was in a little bar, my home town, and this lady was there and she had a few drinks in her and came up to me and we dance and talked and finally she asked me to take a ride with her, she let me drive but told me where to go, when we got to this side road she told me to take it and drove about a mile down it and we were in the woods, and she said ok. She just reached over and drew. ‘Anything you say, your honor!’ Jane approached Brad, and once more sinking to her knees, used her teeth to lovingly pull down Brad’s zipper. Then, using both hands, she slid his trousers all the way down his legs. When his hardening cock sprang out, Jane lovingly planted a brief kiss directly on the tip of his cock head. ‘Hey!’ Wendy cried. ‘This is supposed to be MY show!’ ‘Quite right, my darling,’ Jane replied contritely, returning to her seat. ‘Sorry for stealing your THUNDER! Your honor,. To my chagrin I of course screamed just as loudly as any of the other slaves when branded. After my release I joined the other women. The salve did reduce the pain in my butt, but not my loss of face. I felt violated and degraded by the whole process and extremely angry. I could also imagine Asam gloating at my predicament. I wondered how anyone could want to actually go through this sort of process voluntarily.It however was not the end of my humiliation. The master ordered the eunuch to train.