Tevdhat shabnam baherun parat aalyacha aawaj aali aani tya doghi uthalya. aaine padar sarkha kela. mag sultanane hasat aailatichi banduk dakhavli. ti ...oy gun hoti. aaila pan hasu aala. mag doghi parat kaam karu laaglya shabnam pan tithe aali. mag miVa shabnam doghe tyanchya aaspas hoto mhanun kahi ghadla nahi. dusrya divshi aaine taslich pan dusri nylonchi sexy choli ghatli hoti. pan tyacha ranga pivla dhammak hota. tyavar kontahi design vaigare navta. choli ekdam plane aslyane aaiche manuke. I smileand cross my long legs, adjusting my tiny skirt to cover my wet panties. Thesissy hangs there, chained by the wrists to the post, arms above his head,ball-gagged and blindfolded. The slut in front of him runs her hands over hissmooth, stocking clad legs and his silk pantied crotch. Her hand moves up, overhis corset to touch his chest where the cups squeeze his flesh into a smallcleavage. Her long red fingernail gently strokes between his tiny breasts,making him shiver and his penis. I often wondered if the nylon was that of a pair of tights or that of stockings held up with suspenders. Stockings and suspenders were for me at the age of 18 a thing of pure fantisy, no girls my age ever wore them and I often fantasised what it would be like if Vicky came into my office sat on the desk with her skirt riding up to expose her legs and reveal that she was indeed wearing the sexiest garmnets made to man. One particular morning I hade cause to go into recetion where Vicky was sat. I’m so pathetic.Another huge man stepped through the door. I squeaked in terror and tried to disappear backwards through the wall behind me.It was the father. He looked back and forth between Bec and me. He glared at me like he was angry. I don’t know why. I never did anything to him but he was so angry. I kept trying to press back into the wall. I was terrified he was going to come at me.He stepped forward and I whimpered with fear. But then he slid sideways and sat down on the bed beside.