They appeared at the gate, I greeted them and over coffee we sat and chatted for a while, asking her about her mental state as well as her physical co...dition after the last fairly recent session. Her reply that she was mentally more relaxed after the scourging (her words not mine) and that apart from the one tiny nick when a stroke had crossed another and opened up a small cut, there were no ill effects though the marks had mostly gone, if slowly which reminded her of the session each time. " But that's not me Baby... ...I think...." Cathy cut me off again, "Mom, when we were in the bathroom and you were fingering yourself..." I covered my face with my hands and shook my head slowly at the thought; I was so embarrassed. My daughter pulled my hands away from my face. "...When you were cumming you said that you wanted to suck Johnny's cock too. That you wanted him to cum in your mouth too..." I became instantly and deeply self-conscious. "...Well... ...did you really want that? Did. Her breath hitched when he placed his hand on her lower abdomen, and she held her breath as he eased his hand over her mound. As he started his slow assault; she tried to plead with him again."Stop now and we can pretend like this never happened. You don't have to do this...mmnnh"She moaned as he put his hand into her g-string and started to rub her clit with a feather-light touch, driving her insane. He untied the string on her halter, and began to stroke her newly-freed breasts. He spoke as. At first she had a professional physiotherapist. But that person lived in a distant place and sometimes it became very hard for him to come regularly. During that time our friend Monir was a third year student of Physiotherapy and one day Rejwan’s father requested him to give her physiotherapy.I want to say something here about Monir. He is such a gentle man that I see very uncommon. He is really a good characteristic boy and never had any bad intention for any girls and anybody. I can swear.