..fine by me you look gorgeous in your outfit!!!!You delve into your sack and pull out a compact video camera and tellme turn it on sit back and enjoy... the show!!You move over to the bed after handing me the camera and giving me awink lay down on the bed......You begin to tell me what a naughty boy I have been and this is mypunishment I must sit and be controlled whilst you have all thefun......I'm capturing all of this on the camera and my cock is rockhard in my pants - wanting to be be played. Better play it cool, he said to himself."Tell you what, Linda," he called. "I'll walk you home, right now. We'll tell your folks that you didn't have your key and that you came to tea with Jenny and me. OK?"Now he was being nice again, but could she trust him? There wasn't much she could do about it. She could wait until his cousin Jenny or the girl who shared the apartment returned, but supposing they stayed out all night... her parents would be frantic with worry. Perhaps they had already. I began noticing how their dresses and skirtsswayed and moved, the gentle rustle of their soft petticoats againsttheir stockinged legs. It seemed a world that was denied me. Then oneday I was alone in the house and heard it start to rain. I knew thewashing was on the line and I'd get moaned at if I let it get wet so Ihurried out to gather it into a basket and bring it indoors. Even in therush my fingers lingered over the soft silky fabrics, the shiny cups ofthe bras, the gossamer of the nylon. Ami bollam..Sali tomake chudbo bole etodin dhore asha kore kore aj shujog peyechhi ar aj amake bolchho chhere ditey…bolte bolte ami niyontron hariye fellam…ar aker pore ek uttal thap marte laglam onar 51 bochhor boyoshi experienced chhotto gudey…Ami rogre rogre onar joni rosh-e pichhil gud ta chud te thaklam…ar amar akekta thap-e uni konkiye uthte laglen….ekjon rokkhonshila…poti ougota 51 bochhorer mohila kea ami jor kore bichhana shuiye chudchhi…eta bhebe amar uttejona eto bere geloje emi.