" "I don't ever want to hear how you feel,what you think or what you want. I will tell you what to feel. Iwill tell you what you want. I will tell ...ou what to think. Is thatclear?" "Yes Sir," shechoked out the words, trying not to cry. "Don't start crying because I am justgetting started." He grabbed her hair at the back of her head andforced her head up to look at him. "I guarantee you that you willnever forget this day. Nor will you ever repeat the behaviors of therecent weeks. Now. She was ready to do just that when the butcher’s wife advised her to go to Doctor Handel in the “Old City” and take his sessions of hypnotic curing that drove away a multitude of sicknesses of the mind like sleepwalking or peeing without shame right out in public. Of course, Rebecca didn’t have the peeing problem, but her sleepwalking had become quite dangerous to her well-being and it had already cost her a life of sustained moderation behind cloistered walls.Doctor Handel was an older. .Koi condom nahin aise he daalunga aur maa banaunga tujhe…..Yeh bol ker woh meri zameen per baithi biwi ke saath aa gaya aur use leta diya…..Who bola kabhi socha hai ki ek rickshaw wale ka lauda chusegi tu……Aur us se chudwayegi……Aur tera pati bhi nahin rokega tere saath zabardasti karte hue….Woh zameen per aa gaya aur usne meri biwi ko nanga ker diya aur apne badboo wale kapade bhi utaar diye…..Woh bahut ganda lag raha tha jaise nahaya he na ho aur bahut patla sa tha……Usne apna lauda haath mein. I looked down watching her tits quiver as we walked. She sat down on the edge of the bed and kneaded her breasts ignoring my existence for a while. ‘Disrobe slave,’ she spoke slowly without looking at me. I hung my robe on a chair and waited standing there with an iron hard erection. ‘I suppose you would like to massage my body slave,’ her words came out throaty while she stood up and stroked her stomach and thighs and then ran her fingers through her bush. ‘Of course mistress, you’re word is.