Hamari to jaan hai na..mai kuch na boli..fir pratik mera wohi video chalu kar ke mujhe dikhaya..me:Ab iska kya matlab hai??altaaf:iska matlab ye hai..... hum fir se tujhe aise hi dekhna chahte hai..maine apna sar jhuka liya aur kuch na boli..achanak pratik ne apna hath mere boobs par rakh diya..miane uska hath hata diya to wo gussa ho gaya..pratik:Saali bola tha na andar kuch na pahanne..me:plz chilla mat..pratk:kyu pahan k aayi?me:mere pas koi dark shirt nahi hai..pratik aur altaaf mere side me. I didn't really believe it, but Jenny was walking again, andthere wasn't anything to add.We'd returned to chatting when the wind picked up again. The grass wavedin the breeze, and as far as I could see it become lush and perfectlymanicured, with yellow wildflowers sprouting up. Jenny just kepttalking, oblivious, and rather than comment I started walking a bitfaster. I had to be hallucinating. The park was small, and getting homeand lying down would be a great idea. Going back the way we came. " In which case, thank you. It won't get you any more money, though." I suspect it won't even get me a date."She made a little moue. "Unfortunately, you're right."I gave an exaggerated world-weary sigh. "I thought as much."She giggled.At that moment a woman entered from behind the reception area and advanced with a smile and outstretched hand."I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Natasia Boswell."Despite having spoken to her on the phone fairly regularly, I hadn't formed a mental image of Miss. A rag was shoved in my mouth, a hand placed in my face to keep it there. Then more whacks to my ass, I don't really know how many more, I lost track after the fourth one. When she stopped finally, my ass was in flames, I had tears down my cheeks. May and Angel made comforting sounds, took the rag out of my mouth and wiped my tears with it. They knew the ruthless hand of the Madame all too well. Joe pulled me up to my feet and over to the front of the couch as her bandmates undressed. This.