’There was momentary silence and John stopped typing.‘Bloody hell, you know how to arouse a man don’t you. I would love to do it for you.’‘B...e my guest.’‘Do you have a picture of your coochie?’‘Not on my phone, no.’‘You could go to the toilets and take one.’‘I could but I won’t.’‘I bet it’s quite warm and snug nestling in your panties.’‘It is.’‘What colour are they?’She smiled. He had commented on her virginal whites that morning.“White.’‘Cotton or silk?’‘Cotton.’‘I love soft cotton. I would. This is not a story but the narration of a factual encounter between a middle aged woman and a man in Vellore. about ten years back. She was like any of the hundreds of middle aged women you see on the streets of Tamilnadu. She was dark nothing much to look at except her large firm boobs and protuberant butts amply exposed in her flimsy synthetic saree and low cut blouse a size too short for her large boobs. In fact the contours of the nipples were clearly visible.. Yet there was something in. Bas kya tha us mulayam si gaad ke chute hi mere anadar sihran hui aur mai jor jor se kaapne laga. Pura sharir is tarah hil raha tha jaise maine bhoot dekh liya ho. Pura bistar hilane laga, aur jaise hi ye hua bhabhi palti aur poocha.”rahul kya ho gaya tumhe – tum to thand se kaap rahe ho”.Kampan itani joro ki thi ki mere haddi me bhi ajeeb sa dard honr laga par mai kuch kar nahi ppa raha tha.Bhabhi ne kaha ” lagta hai thand lag gay tumhe”.Unhone phauran hi mere karib aake mujhe apane sine se. A three tailed short whip, of braided leather. On its tails, shiny fragments of glass are embedded. This will get blood, faster than the other instrument, and will make the torture shorter.Yukiko's eyes are still closed, as Robert says loudly "This one will cut you now"She nods and remains silent.The first lash falls on her breasts. Yukiko screams, as a red snake, speckled with crimson crosses her breasts. Simon lashes her viciously and soon her breasts are covered with blood. He is done. He.