The next day, she had to do better. And she had planning to do after supper.When she was in her room alone, Bertha looked through her old clothes for ...ne that she could afford to burn if it got blood on it. This was difficult. Dresses she would have passed on to a servant before the war were valuable now. She finally settled on one that was too worn to wear, even in these distressful times. She had no underwear that she could spare. Slips and bloomers could be mended, even darned. Since nobody. Vo bahuthi erotic ho gayee thi.tabhi men merea night dress utar diya or sirf undies me aa gayaa. Kamre ki light jal rahi thi mene pani pene ke liye jug uthaya to vo khali tha(mene pehle hi se pani fank diya tha)mene room service ko phone lagaya to usi larke ne phone uthaya mene use panika kaha to vo bola sir abhi koi bhi nahi hai me hi de jata hu aap darwaza khula rakhee.me to yahee chata tha.mene itni der me meri biwi ko bahut hi uttajit ker diya tha. Vo boli mughe blankat me jane do vo larka. ’ This was getting interesting. After a long pause, ‘Please don’t tell me I have to go with the story.’ ‘Carla, you’ll feel better telling me, and you won’t remember any of this conversation. So you HAVE TO go on and tell me.’ ‘Billy pushed up my shirt and bra, and started kissing my breasts.’ ‘And did you respond?’ ‘I never felt that way before, all squishy between my legs.’ ‘But you liked it?’ ‘At first.’ ‘Did you masturbate as a teenager?’ ‘That’s dirty. Nice girls don’t do that.’ ‘And what. Kisskiss…. …….” do it now becky” I panted, my breathing ragged… .”or do you want “…..pout kissing…. . “want more” ……kisskisskiss……….. .. “of the birchrod….” I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further, intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl’s bottom. I let my lips poutpout again across her dark vortex, very tenderly and slowly letting my warm wet wide open lips lay outlined.