Even though I admit that I am more than just a plain Jane, the idea that nobody would find me attractive anymore filled me with dread and left me in a... often depressive state.So it was a sheer surprise that one evening on my way home from work, I had gone into my local supermarket and standing in front of me was a younger girl who had just moved into the neighbourhood. She was having problems using her debit card at the cash register. Turning to me and making a few jokes about it, she finally. Thori der aaram se yahin par let jao .. Aaraam kar ke phir challey jana. Yeh sun kar who masoom mooh bana kar sir hila kar isharey se bola ki nahi… aaab mein jaunga.. Uski shakal bilkul kisi bachhey (child) kay jaise thee. Maine ek haath uske kandhey par rakha aur dusra haath uski kamar ke paas pakad kar kaha… so jao, kuch aaraam milega.. Thori der mein main lunch banaungi… tum lunch kha kar challe jaane… lekin who jane ki jid karne laga.. Maine usse kahaan, dekho mera kehna maano, tume aaram. " I announced as he began to lick my balls."Yes, Master." He mumbled into my crotch."You've become such a good little slut it's a shame to keep you all to myself." But.." He tried to object."Quiet, Slut! Keep licking and listen."He sucked one of my balls into his mouth and worked it over with his tongue. "You must have thought about it, Slut! I mean, you're so good at sucking cock; surely you don't want to limit yourself to just one. Admit it Fred, you've been thinking about this too and just. One may speculate that in the application of the birch this sanctuary within the cleft and between the thighs may not have been so safe. The evidence of written accounts, of some renderings by artists, and of thinking about both the construction of the implement of chastisement and the formation of the female bottom, leads one to suspect that an immodest and doubtless very painful contact between the birch twigs and the female private parts may even have been considered as part of this.