Usne kaha chal abhi apne asli roop mein aa jaa. Mere baal bhi bade the boy-cut ladkiyo ki tarah thi mein. Maine inkar karte hi usne muje jhor se thapa... lagaya aur kaha sali rand mein naa sunne le liye nahi aaya yeha, ab natak karegi toh nanga karke khich ke le jaunga aur sabhi ko tera clippings aur photo bhej dunga, phir ban jana poore mumbai ki randi.Mein rone lagi aur rote rote maine apna shirt nikal diya aur jeans bhi ab mein ekdum ladki thi woh pagal ho gaya muje dekh ke aur pagalo ki tarah. Nicki got home Saturday for her mid-winter break. We got Monday off for President's Day, so I couldn't complain too much about the fact she got one more day than we did. I'd been carrying around a new idea for a while and wanted to float it by her, so while most of the family was gathered by the fireplace Sunday afternoon, I pulled her into my arms in the big chair."What would you think of a men's show similar to Elaine's Chick Chat?" I asked. "One of our audience members a few weeks ago. Mistress clasps the girl's wrists together behind her back and positions her underneath Ashley's crotch. Ashley can feel the girl's warm breath against her wet slit. The sensation is incredibly frustrating, as Ashley's body is begging for some orgasmic release. "I think she needs to think things over. Encourage her, slave." With that, the slave leans her head upwards, against Ashley's warm, puffy lips. The girl's mouth, forced open by the ring gag begins to slowly lick Ashley's cunt. "Nice and. She did her homework and I watched her, loving the way she still played with the pencil in her mouth. I realized at some point I was waiting for her to lash out. To disobey me and give me a reason to punish her. I found myself snapping at her for the smallest inconveniences, and watching as her eyes widened when I’d yell at her for a missed dish in the dish washer, or hair in the drain. No two mistakes would ever happen twice, there were never repeat offenses, and it was driving me insane..