Ami ebar or ponder tatka dabna fhak kore or ponder choto chetay amar basher mato barata jor kore shoja dhukye dilam. O babago, oh bole or chuk mukh la... kore fatyea chitkar kjorche.Ami pechon theke or dud duto molte molte or pond marchi anobaroto. Er por abar oke shuyea gude bara dhukyea amar kole tule or pa duto amar komare bery dyea ami oke bara lagano aboshtay amar kole tule fothafhot kore tatka , khaja ponder mal ke chudchi, hog khorchi. Ooi aboshtay e chudte chudte o or mal dhele dio ar. We talked and talked and I realized that I wasn't quite annoyed with her any more. She simply talked to me like we were two adults and not the condescending tone she had when I was younger. As a matter of fact I was beginning to enjoy her visit. Time flew by and hours had past. It was time for her to go. Then she said that she still needed to go to other shops near my place and if it was ok if she could visit me again. Well,since I enjoyed it so much I was actually very glad she asked me. So I. Daddy said we would spend the day together. He suggested maybe if I have his undivided attention before he goes out of town this time I will not cause as much mischief as I have the past couple of times his business had taken him out of town. The day seemed to be so perfect having Daddy all to myself. We went on a long walk after breakfast, daddy took me shopping and then he said he needed to drive to the mountain and pick up some papers he needed on Monday. Daddy said we would spend the. She needed it as much as I needed her but I was the slave. No matter what position or what kind of sex we had, she never allowed me to kiss her on the lips or face. Like she said from the start, there would never be anything personal or intimate about our relationship, we were master and slave with only one purpose: her sexual gratification. My pleasure was incidental and except for the blow jobs had to be earned. I studied the massage books in my cozy little tower room until I knew them by.