Jetha ke aankhen badi ho jaati hai jab woh Babuji ke lund ke rooplekha Daya ke gale mein dekh lete hain! Maano Daya koi ajgar nigal gayi ho, aur woh u...ke gale mein pil-pila raha ho!Achanak, Babuji uska mooh apne lund se alag kar dete hain. Babuji ka lund Daya ke laar mein bheeg-bhach ho chuka hota hai. Daya ke gale ke thook se chamak raha hota hai.Daya: Assh! Babui yeh aap—Babuji Daya ka sar upar ke taraf uthate hai. Daya unhe dekhti hai aur dheere se apna muh khol deti hai.Babuji apne laar aur. I knew I was in trouble. When Jill came from school I said nothing to her. I stayed in my room until my mother came home. She went right to my room. I looked at her, she did not look mad."O K Mister. Tell me all about it. Why were you wearing Jill's best dress? Is this the first time you did it?"I figured I might as well tell the truth, I knew from experience the truth was always the best. "I like wearing her clothes. I don't know why, I just do. No it wasn't the first time. I have been doing. Old lady Henderson gave Mindy a nasty shake of the head as she hobbled back to her apartment while her other neighbor Henry just stood next to his can and watched.“Poor Mindy. This is your second time isn’t it,” Sam mused out loud. “But I didn’t leave my mark on you before. Didn’t knock you up the first time.”All the while Sam spoke his hand moved a little faster. His pleasure and hers coming in quicker and quicker intervals. By this point Mindy had given up all pretense at preserving her. He went back upstairs and turned out the lights, so I was in the pitch black. It does give the mind time to dwell on the situation. I knew that his bright ideas for a session would soon be revealed.On his return I was led out of the cell and was told that I was to receive 50 strokes of the strap because he thoght I needed it and he wanted me to have a good thrashing for his pleasure. Before this I was to be fitted with a slave harness. This was put over my head and the steel ring at the bottom.