Phir maine bhabhi koKha ke aap let jao me back pe lga du to wo hs pde aur kehne lge k tum kaise lgaoge me khud krlungi phir maine kha k bhaiya ko to a...p btaoge nhe to kaun lgaega aur mere bar bar bolne pe wo maan gye aur meri aur back kr ke let gye phir maine suit uper kiya aur kamar pe hath pherne lga aise krteKarte maine unhe kha ke yha uper be mark he shirt ko thoda upper uthao to bhabhi ne hmm me jwab diya aur ab piche se unke bra mere hatho me the aur me bhe uske kbhi niche hath dalta aur. . aaaaghhhh...“„When your cunt is being made use of slave, you give everithing.“ rasped Miss Judith. „You know that, slave!“Tthhhhwwwaaaaccccckkkk!„Yyaagghhhh... aaaaghhhh... yes... Miss... y-yes... ssss!“„Yu don't just kneel like a half-death sheep...“Tthhhhwwaaccckkkkk!„Aaaaghhh... aaaaghhhh... no, Miss... I... aaaghh... beg pardon... M-Miss...“Miss Judith re-looped her strap to her wrist and smiled broadly at Quentin.„I hope I haven't disturbed your morning too much, Mr Osman,“ she said,. On the third day they were whipped. They suffered together, receiving single lashes alternately. The other’s agony always before their eyes as they felt their own. Amity used the fearful whip. Mark had vanished from their ken. That morning, released from their chains, they had been suspended by their wrists, heels barely on the floor. Amity left them to wait. They hung, well separated, in the big dungeon, the most hated whip between them on a stool specially provided so that it be well. .HmmPhir maine socha ab ese bata hi deta hu age dekhlenge jo hoga aur main apni fingers crossed ki aur likhaMe- yar umm I like herShe -seriouslyMe- very muchShe-hmmm …Me – can you give me a favourShe- kyaMe – prachi se meri dosti karva doShe-bas dostiMe – tuje pata hai mai kya keh rahu phir bhi maje lerahi haiShe – are wo tujhe dekh kar vese pagal hai she also like you..Us din maine he tuje smile deneko kaha tha.Mai to ye sukar satve asman pe pahuch gaya samjme nahi araha tha ki kya bolu ab.