Bhauja eta kana pura vitaraku pasijaichhi tuma peta ta KaatuthibaBhauja: Budhu,kitchhi jaani naai are, sethire pudii ta mulu mulu hoi swargaku pahanch...ila pari laage tume jetiki jor jor dhakka mariba mote setiki khusi laaguthiba aau gehi gehi mo pudii ku fatei dia Khub aagaru sabu karibar thila Mu tike kebala bhabi bhabi kichhi kahi parunthili aaji jaanili tuma ta etiki bada boli mote gehi gehi behos kari na parile mu tumaku gandu kahibiBunu: Aau jadi fatei debiBhauja: Tumaku mora bada ghaita. You can do better than that! What happened to the creative girl I fell in love with?"I frowned. I was almost crying now. I really did not want to lose her. Everything I did though was just one more fuck up. I couldn't seem to breathe without fucking up. The story of my damn life."I'll do anything to make it up to you baby, really and it won’t happen again."She stepped closer to me. “You are so fucking right it won’t happen again and you are going to start making it up to me right now."She. The lights are off in our room and I’m under the covers in my assigned top bunk. They have no idea what I’m doing. Ever so quietly, I pull up my shirt. My breasts are big and soft and sensitive and it’s thrilling to feel my sensitive nipples rubbing against my blankets. This is really happening. I’m really doing this. With one hand, I reach up and pinch my right nipple. I’m so starved for touch that even that small pressure elicits a quiet gasp. Not ready to be through yet, I roll the nipple. Its a gift from me. Once its on go up the stairs. Enter the last door on the left. Leave the door wide open, and look on the bed. XOXO Shanda who must be obayed I put the collar on and it fit well. I noticed a quiet sound coming from up the stairs. It was constant… I took some steps up the stairs and recognized it as running water. A shower? It must have been Shanda. I hoped itd be Shanda. If it were someone else, I could have been in trouble. Of course itd be Shanda. I continued up the steps..