Mavshi jorat hasli ani mhanali, ‘Aplya sotya kade adhi paha. Nusta susta jhalay. Mallol hovoon lataktoy. Are, jar jhavayche asel tar adhi sotya, jya...a tumhi lund mhanta, to tath lagto. Thodya velpurvi, jevha mee tumche lund halvat hote tevha kasa taath hota, tasa taath lagto’. Mavshi mhanali te khare hote. Amche lund agdich dhile padle hote. Mag sandeep ne vicharle, ‘Aai, ata kay karnar? Amha sarvanach tula khush pahaychay’. Mavshi mhanali, ‘Ek kam kara. Samor sofyavar pay phakvoon basa. Mee. Back on my bike and off i roared in the direction of home.When i pulled up to the house i saw a van pulling a trailer parked next to my new neighbours house, David was standing talking to the driver of the van and i could see that there was a bike strapped onto the trailer, so, i thought, my new neighbour is a biker too! this just gets better and better. I hooked my helmet over my handlebars and took my jacket off, flinging it across the seat, it might have been late afternoon in mid November. He feared the pain that came from Mistress’s expert application of the cane, but at the same time there was something very comforting about the clarity of her rules and punishments. As he cleaned the kitchen he thought to himself, “22 seconds? That’s not so bad, it’s actually pretty good considering all the things that go into the meal.” Even though he had failed his Mistress by 22 seconds, he could see the progress he was making and in his mind he was already thinking about the next day’s. My eyes kept fluttering closed, though I tried to keep them open, but the pleasure was steeling away my ability to remain alert. I could feel my orgasm fast approaching, racing toward me like a runaway train. I could hear Mr P’s breathing getting heavier. A low groan from his throat forced me to open my eyes so I could look at him. One hand was slowly stroking his hard cock through his jeans, and I could just barely make out the engorged outline of his erect penis as it lay along his right.