Raising her wine glass to me, Felicity speaks once again over the bustle of the city below. "To five years of us," she smiles, her ring reflecting the...sparkle below, and I repeat: "Five wonderful years." The glasses chime, and the last of the wine makes its way down our throats. Gathering up the glasses, and the remains of our pastry dessert, we begin our descent into the warmly lit streets of Montmartre arm in arm. All the way back to our hotel, we talk excitedly of the next few days: the. ” I gave him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, then turned to unpack my stuff from the car. Once alone in my house, I was tempted to open Fenella’s email message straight away; but I can be self-disciplined sometimes, and this time I wanted to ensure that I would be able to spend as much time as necessary to read and ponder about what Fenella had written, without the distraction of outstanding major chores waiting to be done. First I went on a tour of inspection to see what if any new damage. "Please whip my thighs"Ten to the backs of my thighs, five to each thigh. The whip curls around the thigh and the tip snaps against the tender skin of the inside of the thigh. The pain is unbearable.He moves to front and to my right."Please whip my thighs"Ten more strokes to the front of my thighs. Again, the worst is the tip of the bullwhip snapping at the inside of my thighs. I manage to take these ones only with whimpers. I know the worst is yet to come."Please whip my ass"Twenty lashes to. Geetika k boobs b ab ek dam lal ho chuke the….Uncle uske sir pe hath fer k bole beta ek bar or…Chut marne de me b jar jaunga…Par geetika me ab himmat ni thi…Unka lund lene ki…Par uncle ko shayad ise koi matlab ni tha…Un hone uske muh se lund khicha or tange hawa me utha k lund chut me pel diyaMe saf dekh skti thi ki unhone ek hi bar me apna itna mota lund geetika ki choti si chut me dal diya…Geetika bht tej chilayi….Aaaaaaahh. Aaaaaahh..Par uncle ko use koi fark ni par rha tha shayad vo usko.