Hungrily, they scanned her up and down, onecop paying attention to her long legs, while the other openly stared ather ample chest. Angrily, she told t...em about the auto theft anddescribed her car in great detail to them. Going to her single bag shebrought out a picture of her car and gave it to them to help identifyit. They nodded politely and said they would try but that there was agood chance the car would not be found. They told her of an auto theftring in the area and many high profile cars. After a while I started sleeping in a different room where I wouldn't hear them so much. In any case I got distracted from the neighbours by what happened at work. The Mail Order company employed a lot of staff. In particular there was a room where about forty girls sat at rows of desks taking orders off the telephone and typing them into the computer system. From the computer department we regularly had to walk through this room to get to the room beyond where stuff from the computer was. . To hua yu ki kiraye ke Makan me rahta hu aur mere niche ka floor Khali tha. Ek din us kamare me ek ladaki Rahane aayi uski job lagi thi Delhi me. Is kahani ki heroine wahi hai name hai Pari(name changed). Choti height halka Fulka sarir acha maintain Kiya hai khud Ko . Jis din aayi usi din humara intro ho Gaya tha kyuki Makan me do hi the wo aur hum. Dhire dhire wo settle hone lagi Delhi me aur mere nazro me bhi. Uske liye jo Aag lag rahi thi use pyar ka name to nai de Sakta par ek khichaw sa. Soon, the canings became as routine as the practice sessions. She beat him soundly every time, and he began to love and crave this new and bizarre form of attention. Being still young and naive, he didn’t see any drawbacks or dangers in his newly acquired masochism. Indeed, the thought that things could escalate or spiral out of control didn’t occur to him at all. After a particularly brutal 24-stroke caning one rainy Wednesday, he gasped when she produced a fiendish-looking purple strap-on.