“Maaaaa, margeyii, ahhh….mmmmmm……please……mat karo aise please.” aur aise mein Rohan hasne laga.Rohan:- Ab aya maza sali randi. Ab to ye ...huruat hai hai, ruk tu abhi tere sath main kya kya karta hu.Itna bolkar woh Sheetal ke upar chadh gaya aur apna lund uski choot mein dalne ki kosish karne laga. Ab niche Pradeep ne uska lund Sheetal ki choot mein pehele se dala hua tha aur ab Rohan bhi uski upar let kar apna lund uski choot mein dal ne laga.Sheetal dard se ro padi, “Please……. mat karo. Woh toh dhoti aur kurta pehne hua tha…jo dono puri bheeg chuki thi…fir woh mere thoda kareeb aaya aur bola…(nangey hokar) sabun bhi laga lo na.Main : Sabun tho kinare hi chhoot gaya(tujhe pehle nanga karwati hoo) Woh bhaga sabun Laaney…jo pass mein rakha tha..pedh ke neecheyaur laa raha tha andar…tabhi usko rok di main…boli apni kameez utar kar aao…kyunki main tauliya bhul aai hoo..woh khushi se apni kameez utar kar rakh di udhar…aur sirf (cream) dhoti mein aa gaya andar…aur mujhe sabun thama. “But, Mummy!” “Don’t interrupt! I haven’t finished. The punishment will be most severe and it will enable you to decide whether we continue with the arrangement or not.” After mentally preparing herself for punishment and not receiving it Sophie walked home with a mixed bag of emotions. She felt flat, sad, guilty, foolish and aroused to point she felt she was going to explode. Arriving home, Sophie kicked off her sandals, grabbed her riding crop from the vestibule and ran up to her bedroom.. I sat down at one of the seats around the corporate table after we’d exchanged the inevitable pleasantries and banter. He was a big Arsenal fan, and after their recent demolishing at the hands of Liverpool, I couldn’t help but rub some salt in some quite obvious gaping wounds, as he normally wore one of his Gunners ties to work. On this occasion he had gone with a mustard yellow number, something else I picked up on and gave him some stick for. Being so engrossed in this banter I had.