Mi padvi baherun pahat hoto. tyne tyacha lenga khali karun sarva khuna aaila dakhavlya. aai:”pan tumhi tar mala mulgi manat hotat, mag?”. sardarji...”ho, survatila, pan nantar tu mala aavdayala laaglis, tuza madak maharashtrian peherav aani tuza badan yamule mazyat aag laagli”. aai:”pan mich ka?, Tumha lokant tar khup sundar bayka astat!”Sardarji:”ho pan mala tuzi maharashtrian style khup aavadte, tuzi ghatta, pallu na ghetleli sadi, tang choli, tuza chota mangalsutra, kes bindi mala jaam. We were both dripping sweat and I told her that I didn't want to be the reason why she destroyed her computer by dripping sweat all over it - better to wait until after her shower before she did that. "Are you suggesting we take a shower together, Dave?" she said sternly before laughing at the embarrassment I clearly showed. "Very funny Anna - you got me there!" I said, wishing I had the nerve to actually ask. "I'm sure your husband would be so impressed if he walked in on us showering. You love being punished but there has to be a reason. Just like you love the humiliating things I do to you but prefer to be tied up. That way you can pretend that you're being forced to get whipped or fucked or whatever. In this case, you're going to get every single clothespin put on some sensitive part of your body.The blindfold went around your head first. You once told me that the reason you liked to tape our sessions was that you loved to be blindfolded but still wanted to see. That. He asked me if I play with my vagina, I told him no. I never knew you could have fun with your pussy before. He rubbed on it a little and he stuck his finger in me. I asked him what is he doing. He told me he saw his parents do this. It felt weird, I let him finger me some. After he was done fingering me, he got on top of me. I had no clue what he was doing. I felt something little bit bigger than a finger entering my pussy. I felt the head of his penis entering, I asked him to stop. He told me.