I knelt next to my daughter, and began stripping her. Initially, I started to unbutton her blouse, then realized there was no point in being delicate....So I tore the blouse open, causing buttons to pop off and scatter. Turning her upper body, I pulled the sleeves down her arms and off. Once the blouse was removed I tossed it aside and tore her bra off in a similar manner, leaving light red marks on the sides of her chest wear the material had resisted ripping. Now she lay there topless, still. Ab story pe aata hu ye un dino ki baat hai jab mai 12 pass ho gaya tha. Mujhe BMS karna tha jiska admission ho gaya tha but college 3 mahine baad chalu hona tha. To maine ek international call centre me apply kiya aur luckily mera selection ho gaya. I was in a US process. Hum US ke logo ko phone par Dish Tv bechte the starting me hamari training thi. Mere hi batch me ek ulhas nagar ki Aunty thi, jo ki 26 years ki thi wo dikhne me fatang item thi koi bhi use ek baar dekh le to lund hilaye bina. "It's fine." she said, and moved a little closer. "I sometimes get a little horny out here too." She placed a hand on my thigh and smiled, looking up and down my body. I was about 40 at the time, my belly a little bigger than it should, but I was still quite active with some muscle in there somewhere. My chest hair spilled over onto my body and down to stand around my cock."You look like you need some sun cream," she said, "May I?"I looked to the man. He was facing us now, eyes slitted open. He. It indicates the punishment level you are subject to. Why your mistress thinks you can be properly trained at such a low level of discipline amazes me. Both of you are obviously worthless pricks. But maybe you'll forget to keep it on and then you're subject to any punishment any mistress wants, including death!"That scared the hell out of me, wilting my cock a little. But the thought that my mistress valued me enough to restrict my punishments encouraged me to think my future here and in her.