Monika-sar aj apka land bhot mota lahg raha ha .pir ma unki choodna lagha tho who ahhhhhhhhhh choodooo orrrrrrrrr choodooooooo karna laghiiiiiiiiii.ma...a pura land unki choot ma andar bhar ja rah tha tho bhot dar chodna ka bar ma unki choot ma hi jar gaya or jaldhi si kapara phan ka bhar aa gaya mara bhar jana ka bad ma un dono ki bat gat ka pass sa sun na lagha .monika na apni aakho ki patti hata de tho or kapara phan na laghi ,tho us na dakha ki toni tho phala sa hi kapra phan rakha tha or. Let's go out, let's do this, let's get something to eat. I had enough of my filthy whore! She's forgetting who is in charge and who is the slut in out relationship! She's about to find out the hard way.I smile at her and tell Miem to g put her best dress on, we'll have dinner and party all night. Stupid slut thinks that she is going to have fun. Hell no I have to once again teach her, her place.She comes into the livingroom an hour later. Looking goregous! I kiss her, hold her tight. Miem moans. "Look what we have over here!" Donna told him, pointing to one corner of the room.Frank whistled softly as he looked over to the corner. Blushing furiously and obviously simply dripping with embarrassment, Betty Anderson was standing in the corner with her face to the wall like a naughty but overgrown child. She was costumed perfectly for Frank's purposes--white blouse, pleated black jumper, black stockings and spike heeled black patent leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle tied in a. I only saw the television show after our family moved to a small rural town with terrible reception.I had become fascinated with radio technology and its faceless anatomy which seemed perfect for my shy nature and skinny, awkward appearance. Radio seemed to like the great equalizer.When WKRP had an opening for an school-aged intern, I was called for an interview by Andy Travis and twenty minutes later I was welcomed aboard WKRP in Cincinnati (not our real call letters). Everything seemed.