.. me and the voices in my head.At the conclusion of the very first futile interview, after I'd been returned to my little cell and left alone (though...I was probably being monitored), I'd stretched out on the cot and tried to sleep. That's when I first started hearing voices in my head.They were faint and garbled to begin with. My first thought was that they were somehow related to the skull splittingly painful ache on, and in, the side of my head. But gradually they got louder and clearer, and. "Bend over slave!" By doing so, it brought her panty covered bottom into clear view.I gave her one good hard swat. She stood straight up, and looked at me with big round eyes, and a curse on her lips."I would think better of it, slave, if you know what's good for you."She thought for a few seconds, and then gave me a wicked grin,"Thank you, Sir. That was fucking hot, after I got over the surprise of it." So no more smart ass?" Are you kidding Sir? I'm a walking smart ass, and I guess from now. Sorry.”“So you have a boner,” she said.“I believe the politically correct word is erection, especially considering your age.”“What does my age have to do with anything?” she asked. “I know guys get boners.”“Great!” I said. “Problem solved. So now you know why I don’t want to let you draw me au naturel.”“I’ve never seen a real one,” she said.“That’s as it should be,” I suggested.“But I can’t draw it, unless I can see it,” she said, with forced patience.Obviously, she wasn’t going to yield to the. Wo kitchen me kaam kar rahi thi or unhone blue color ki low waist saari pheni huyi thi or tight blouse jisse unk boobs bhar aane ko tadap rahe the or unki gaand kya khub lag rahi thi. Koi bhi unhe us waqt dekh leta to bina hilaye nhi raha jata. Maine jaa k bhabhi ko direct piche se hug kiya coz ab hum kaafi close aa chuke the. Mere hug karte hi phele to wo thoda dar si gyi but mujhe mud kar dekha toh thodi shant ho gyi or boli ki aisa mt kiya karo mummy papa dekh lenge. Toh maine kha ki bhabhi.