Bua ka room kee back side par khirkee thee or chota sa tarris, hain mara bua ka or didi ka room sath sath hai parents ka room neecha hai, mai apna ter...is sa bua ka tarris par gaya or aram sa bath gaya, khirkee ka aga parda tha magar jo aik kona sa thora sa utha tha, maina dakha didi bur main banana leya huva hilana ka sath boobs duba rahi thee ya sence mujha bohat acha laga magar sath he neecha sa log guzar raha tha is leya mai wahan zayada nahi bath saka or bua na to kapra be pehla tha bus. "Speak," he said. I did not. Again,I was tied with my arms and legs spread. Again, he whipped mybehind and belly until, I confess, when a knotted lash struck mysensitive cleft, I screamed and begged him to stop. I discoveredthat my womanly cleft, stinging from the lash, was already dampand sensitive, waiting for the oil. He did not disappoint me. Ifelt him rubbing the oil into my bruised buttocks, a mixture ofpain and pleasure. And then he began to oil my cleft, therebetween my legs. I. It will get you through.”“Maybe,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Not if I put my thoughts to deeds, though. If I do that, they’ll take my life after I take his. I’m not sure it isn’t worth it.”“Don’t say that, sister,” he chided. “Life is precious. Is that not why god brought us here? To save our lives. To keep us alive so that we might bring his terrible vengeance to the insignificant vermin who once hunted us?”She looked at her older brother. “Have you...? Do they...? Do the Priests. Where did that come from?I placed my hand on to Reba’s leg as we chatted. She reciprocated, placing her hand on top of mine. The bonding was complete.I leaned forward and pushed my lips on to hers, still holding on to her hand in mine. She giggled when I pulled back to gage her reaction.“Don’t worry,” I replied. “That’s a normal first reaction.”On my second kiss, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and almost immediately, she reciprocated, testing the boundary of what might be acceptable. For me,.