I said hello? and heard nothing, dead quite, so I called out to Donna but again no answer… then I heard it. A deep sigh… then an “oh my god” i... was Donna’s voice. So I stop and wondered “What the heck is going on”? Should I be here? Should I leave? Then I heard her voice again…. “oh my god” “oh fuck” “uh” “uh” “uh”, then I heard Veronica’s voice say “fuck him girl”. Something in me panicked, and I slowly walked to the bedroom and opened the door….. I’ll never forget what I saw. It horrified me. I came out with a plan to be executed next day.Night I reviewed and found that it will work out.Next day morning after my children left for school, I gathered some dust and made that look like an insect.I threw that behind the almarah in the bed room.Then I placed a big bench near the almarah.I adjusted the position such that only one can watch behind almarah that too bending on the bench.If two persons has to watch ,one of them will have to stand behind the other person.I chose the time of. The list states 20 strokes to the breasts in order to maintain the contract,you will receive those 20 strokes now and count them out,if you forget to count then the punishment will be started over again,maintain your position as is and I will commence,once more flexing of the ratan cane took place and he placed the cane lining up as the breasts overspilled onto the desk as they lay in the specially produced stocks,with a bit of luck he could strike her nipples but to make sure he adjusted them. Then a strong urge comes over me, I wonder what I taste like, it was so wrong and disgusting but I couldn’t help but find out just this once, I stick out my tongue and bring my fingers to my lips. I slowly lick the sticky substance. Hmm not as bad as I thought it would be kind of like sweet and tangy potato chips with a bit of salt. I sucked what was left on my fingers and scooped up some more. I cleaned up what I could and went to sleep.That morning when I woke up I remember my dream but it’s.