Slowly he starts walking. He hears downstairs three voices: his wife Layla, her sister Aisha and their friend Shereen. He goes to the guest room, wher... his wardrobe stands. His wardrobe does not fit in the bedroom so it is here. He sees that there has been slept in the two guest beds. Probably Aisha and Shereen slept here. He cannot remember. Out of curiosity (and horniness) he smells the pillow and sheets of the nearest bed. He cannot smell anything special. When he smells the other bed he. Mousey now knew where each stroke of the whip would strike. She concentrated on accepting the pain... on becoming one with the pain... on turning the pain into pleasure.The pain did not become pleasure, but the stone phallus between her legs began to warm. It almost felt like the stone prick was growing within her. She could feel energy flowing from the pillar into her body. Something was building within her almost like an orgasm. It wasn’t an orgasm of pleasure. It was an orgasm of. When he confronted Madhuri later she told him that he does that whenever he feels stressed while studying. Shreyas told her to not to let him touch her like that and he would tell aunt if this repeated again. Madhuri nodded.Shreyas continued to be protective of Madhuri for the next 3 years until she was mature enough to understand what transpired before. Madhuri then asked her parents to put her in a residential school so that she can stay away from her brother.Madhuri started to have a little. To bhola mere sasur ko kehne laga…Bhola —- -chacha ji apki bahu ke hath ki roti bahut acchhi lagi mujhe…Sasur —- -ha ha… Meri bahu acchha khana bana leti hai. Jab jee kare khane ajaya karo.Bhola —- chalo theek hai, kalse hum yahi, khel jamate hai. Apki bahu ka hath ki roti bhi mil jayegi. Aur mai botal le aunga. Kyu…?Sasur —- are, abhut acchha tareeka hai.Sasur ji to jhat se man gaye, par mujhe acchha nahi laga, ek to inki niyat theek nahi lagi mujhe, uparse roj inke liye roti banani padegi..