My mom really was my best friend and we would talk about absolutely anything together. We were extremely comfortable being around each other. Home was... the one place where either one of us could say or do anything and not worry about being embarrassed or ashamed. We had conversations about my woman troubles and mom would always say that I just had to keep trying and I would be able to find my dream girl. Chapter 1- SaraOne night I was out with my friends shopping at the local mall. We were. Aur mere hath unke santro ke saath khel rae thee. Dheerey dheerey mere ek haath petticoat ke uppar se he unki chuut mehsus karne laga. Woh mera ishara samajh gae aur dheerey se apna petticoat bhe khol diya ab uske shareer par sirf ek kali panty bache thee. Kya pari lag rae thee uss samay Sonal. Mene bhe ek second me apne bache hue sare kapde utaar diye.Sonal mera khada hua 6 inch ka lund dekhkar pagal ho gae. Aur usne mera lund muh me le liya aur usse jor se chusne lagi. Uski chusne ke kaaran. ”“But if these two were in there for hours; how much air would they have?”“Switching on the lights automatically starts a low-power fan that takes the air from the basement and feeds it through to the exterior vent for the clothes drier. Air coming out of here is to be expected. Vents at the bottom of the basement entrance door and the cupboard take in air from the cupboard and the hall. That is completely silent as there are no moving parts. There are also two or three air bricks at ground. The sting was worse than anything she could have imagined. Even a taser tothe pussy didn't hurt the way the whip did as the straps flitted across herclit, cut her inner and outer labia and grazed the rim of her vagina. She writhedand twisted so hard the principal was afraid the chains would break. Suddenlythe shock and suspense of the moment was again broken by the strangely organichigh pitched whistle of the whip. The straps hit her again, leaving a few clear bruises and welts on her.