Throughout the day I catch myself thinking about it. The way your biceps flex when you stretch your arms above your head. The way your ass cheek... flex when you walk up the stairs. Your wonderfully sculpted chest. Ahh…I could spend hours just touching you, memorizing every inch of your skin. I watch you as you sleep. So peaceful. You breathe deep and even in slumber. A slight smile on your face, dreaming. Of what I wonder? I raise the sheet a bit and. I was even feeling a little embarrassed for him that the shape of my body must be outlined against his leg and I couldn’t really move to avoid it.We rode for a few stops like this and then at the next stop the bus became even more jammed and I was forced back even tighter against the tall man with the nice smell. I even turned to apologize for crowding him. He just smiled back. It wasn't too long before I felt something distinctly new. I felt a warm touch to the back of my lower thigh. The only. I am your slave.Me: Good. Take off your clothes then.Mausi looked at me and then started taking off her clothes.Mausi: Aren’t you gonna help me?Me: No. Just do what I say. I am your owner, remember?Mausi followed my instructions and took off her saree. Now she was just in blouse and petticoat. She removed her blouse and was in bra. She was going to take it off but I told her to take off her petticoat and pantie first.My mausi removed her petticoat. I could see her milky white leg. They were. However, she again knew that she could not argue with the tariff and would have to accept whatever Officer Foster had set. The first stroke landed and Alison cried out as her bottom was already stinging from both the hand spanking and hairbrush spanking. The cane stroke was a very hard one and Alison knew that it could only get harder. That proved to be the case as the second stroke was even harder than the first, and the third stroke was most certainly harder than the second.Alison threw her.