Many days passed and I always used to see her, see too saw me in passing. Then on a lucky day I was the first to come to classroom as I thought but I ...aw her sitting alone in the classroom. I saw her and she looked very beautiful.And then she raised her eyes and smiled at me. I took the opportunity I was hunting for and talked to her. We became friends in a few days. We used to go to canteen, lab, etc together. With everyday passing my feeling for her got strong. We talked more and more every. Now I had the guilt of poking one of my other sisters not only in her regular channel but in her rear door as well just like some Don Juan looking for pussy. My intentions were pure, well, maybe not pure, in the sense that most people look at it, but I insist that I thought the female flesh writhing underneath me in the darkened room belong to Princess and we were just doing what comes naturally without any obligations.I looked at my other five sisters across the breakfast table and tried to. He bent down to look for it, banging his head soundly on the door as he did so. After scrabbling around for a couple of minutes on his hands and knees he managed to locate it. Getting back up seemed to much of an effort and he decided to rest a bit before launching another assault on the door. Within seconds he was sound asleep.Dan awoke at the thump of Simon's head hitting the door. Through bleary eyes he looked at the clock. Half past two in the morning, he's back at last. Probably blasted. Simon and I exchanged a quick, furtive glance, acknowledging that we both wondered what was happening.It wasn’t long before our curiosity was sated as the familiar crack of a leather paddle filled the air, swiftly followed by a loud shriek and another crack. The ladies in the room chuckled to themselves and I overheard Mandy whisper to Anastasia: “He’s in trouble now, Chloe is vicious!”Over the next thirty minutes, a regular pattern of slaps, cracks, snaps and cries leaked from the bedroom as.