Main: Class 10 tak shirt aur skirt. 11 aur 12 salwaar suit.Swati: Oho! To uski chunnari mein phas gayi aapki aankhe, ha ha ha!Main: Are nahi, woh 8th ...ak hi hamare school mein thi fir pata nahi. Uske shayad papa ka transfer ho gaya aur fir mujhe pata nahi.Swati: Class 8! To kya aap usko usse pahle se hi…Main muskurata hua bola: Haan shayad tab woh class 5 mein thi jab main use pahli baar dekha tha. Ek ajeeb sa sukoon milta tha use dekh ke, tab pata nahi tha ki woh pyar tha ya kya.Swati apne. ”Again Barb drew back the whip. Faster than a cobra, it struck once, then again and yet again. Each time it was the now-familiar white-hot wire. Swinging right-handed, Barbara started on Karla’s upper thighs and then moved up her body at about one-inch intervals. After the fourth fast stroke, Karla, who had been smiling warmly at Barbara to that point, lost consciousness and sagged from her bonds. A tribute to Barbara’s ability was that, even though she was in the middle of a stroke, she was. And when she returned, he looked up fromhis kneeling position, but that?s all he could do.?Lay down there, Sissy,? she told him.He laid down on the middle of her bathroom floor. A moment later, hefelt the nipple of a baby bottle pressed to his lips. His lips partedto take the bottle even as his hands came up to hold it. The tea in thebottle was still warm, but not too hot. He was grateful for the bottle.He hadn?t realized before that he was even thirsty, but he was now thathe had something. .. the cleft of my pussy... Awww, younever seem to GET to my clit, do you? Your tongue craves to touch myclit. Aches for it. Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as youlick up... up... up..." She reached the end of the string, grabbed itwith her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, infront of Daniella. Just under her nose. "Smell me," she said. AndDaniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent ofMistress' cunt.Another lace. And another. Mistress.