.and it feels soso good....He had brought a container of healing lotion (CeraVe, great for this) andhe was giving me the 'aftercare' that I had read a...out when exploring theBDSM lifestyle on line... I never really understood the concept untilnow, and how important and wonderful it is to give everything and becared for because of it....gratitude goes both ways, even though ourpassion lies down a strange road...Daddy gently massaged the lotion into my back and thighs, being sodelicate and soft on. Agle mahine meri chutti thi so mai ghar jaane wala tha lekin Sukanya maine yeh bataya nahi, socha surprise dunga. Saturday ko jab mai uske ghar gaya toh dekha uski car nahi hai lekin ek Pulsar bike khadi thi. Mujhe kuch ajeeb laga. Phir dekha ki darwaaze pe bhi taala nahi hai. Maine bell bajayi. Andar se awaaz aayi, kaun hai? Maine kuch nahi bola. Phir darwaza khulta hai aur Sukanya ek sexy se maxi mein bahar nikalti hai. Woh mujhe dekh kar shocked hui. Mai use kiss karne wala tha tabhi meri. And all the staff.He was yelling down the counter at the cashier, asking if this food had been sprayed for pests since it had been out for over a week. But he went on piling it on his plate, pointing at some meatballs and telling Sam to try the eyeballs because he knew they were fresh since he'd taken them out yesterday. Once again, he insisted on paying and once again the cashier told him to get away from her, laughing as she did so.He looked around, muttered "I should have made a reservation". Melvin Bigg, true to his name, was a large man with hands the size of baseball mitts. He had a disturbing habit of licking his lips when he talked and he always seemed to be sweating despite never doing any actual work. I had never enjoyed working with him as he was always late turning in his work. And now I was supposed to report to him? I wondered if I had perhaps made a mistake in accepting the job. I looked down at my lap and gathered my thoughts. One day was all I had to get through and.