Me : yeah I am good at batting.Aunt :what you were seeing at afternoon ?( suddenly she asked)Me : shocked…. What I saw ? I dint see anything .Aunt: ...ey lair . I saw you . Tell what you saw? Be free with meMe: this gave enough confidence and told I looked at your boobs.(shyly).Aunt: you naughty boy . I know you were ogling at that time.. ( laughing and telling)Me: sorry aunt for what I did. Wont repeat this againAunt: hey rakesh .Dont feel sorry for what you did . In this age its very common to. Not that she watched much porn, preferring the real thing or daydreaming about Dostoyevski. It looked like a newscast. A pretty Japanese woman in a business suit was seated at a desk, reading the news and shuffling papers, which made it seem a little old-fashioned, like a news show from the seventies. Her expression was serious, her voice earnest though Christi couldn’t understand a word she was saying. A screen behind her flashed maps of countries and pictures of airplanes and doctors. Then. “Look at me,” I instruct her once again, trying to take control of myself to fully complete the punishment I have set. Rita lifts up her head to look into my face. Once again she looks straight into my eyes and just like on the day I caught her trying to steal from me and fucked her mouth roughly I can see the same enjoyment and satisfaction radiating from them. This look throws me slightly and I quickly realise that while Rita hates what is happening to her it seems to be giving her just as. "Shannon hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes and obeyed. 'That's one punishment for being too slow and one for covering herself' Penny thought to herself. She crossed her legs, knowing the girl would see up her skirt."So," Penny spoke up, "you got a name?" Sh- Shannon. My name is Shannon." Shannon, huh? My name is Penelope, but my friends call me Penny. You, however, will call me Mistress. Understand?" Yes." Yes what?" Yes, Mistress, I understand." Another thing. You aren't a person.