Mausi ne yellow colour ka suit pehena tha kya lag rahi thi mere mausi ki ek adat thi ghar me wo bra nahi pehenti thi so mujhe unke pure boobs najar aa...rahe the mera lund to ekdam taan gaya tha utne me mausi ne mujhe unke boobs dekhte hue pakad liya aur unki najar mere tight hue land pe gayi unhone mujhe ekdam khunnas se dekha aur chali gayi fir me hath dhone gaya basin to mere piche aake boli ki jyada bade ho gaye ho abb tum dekhna padega tumhe mere to full lagye the mujhe laga ki abb me gaya. "Please, Pete, beat me with a whip! They're lying over there in the corner. Just pick one! But please stop! I can't stand this any more." Will you say you're sorry? Promise to never, ever do it again? Promise that you come first in my life over everything?" But Pete..." Back on your knees, Slave!" Pete, I can't! I just can't. I promise ... I swear ... Never again! I'll tell you everything. I won't keep anything from you! Please stop..." Her words dissolved into uncontrollable tears.Pete. The suit she’d worn to the interview was soon unravelled from her fatigued body. She hadn’t even had time to iron the damn thing that morning. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror she realised that she wouldn’t have even hired herself looking like that. She’d tied her hair up into a bun that had already begun to unravel of its own accord. Loosening the hairpin that kept it in place caused her long dark auburn hair to cascade down to hang just past her shoulder blades. She ruffled. I quickly come off the bed rushing behind you. As you enter the hall I softly push you from behind into the wall. Kissing your neck and your back, running my hand up to your breast, massaging it slowly. I love having you in my arms, I love the touch of your skin on my lips. Without a word you turn around, facing me, your eyes staring into mine. You kissed me softly, our kiss becomes more and more heated with love and passion. The towel slowly drifts from your body, allowing me once again to.