(See S&M Diary). I found myself trembling in the Master's bathroom after the events of what had transpired in the basement. I was staring at myself in...the mirror cleaning cum up off my neck, nose, ear, and hair. My face felt tight from the dried seamen and as much as I wanted to inspect the mess that my new friends made, I couldn't help notice my hands wouldn't stop shaking. My throat burned and it felt like I'd swallowed a gallon of salt. There was a knock at the door and when I opened it,. She then looked into the mirror infront of her and cried out… "MMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!" Ashlee looked at the horrible reflection facing her.She was tied to a chair, tape wrapped around her slender ankles and wrists,connecting them to the arms and legs of the chair as her horrified strugglescaused the chair to rock up and down violently. Around her black-haired headwas one of her own striped socks, pulled tight around the other sock jammedin her mouth and threatening to move down her throat.. Quite by accident (true!), from time to time we'd brush into each other when we were resting at the end of the pool. One morning I'd been following Doreen and, feeling rather more randy than usual, I'd got a bit of a hard on. Doreen brushed into me as she finished swimming a length and her hand landed straight on my stiff bulge. It was an accident for sure, but I did notice that she didn't rush to pull her hand away immediately. In the weeks following that, it seemed that these little accidents. Kal thake du duto bara dakhe ar sami bimal na thakai se gorom komate pareni. Se sathe sathe somer dress khula barata chuste suru korlo.sima bara chuste chuste sob khule nijer gudta somer mukhe chape dilo.somer jiv simer gude lajtai se chatphot kore utlo. Aber somer barata porok kore sima , somer kane kane bole aaj ami tomake korbo. Ai bole somer barar upor bose aste aste thap suru kore,mai jora somer hate dai ar som seguli jore jore tipte laglo. Abar sima thaper jor barai ar ahhhhhhh iss.