They bouth left for airport and meri sis ne kam wali ladki ko garka and mera ache se khayal rakh ne ko bola. And chale gaye wo log.Rat ko mene 2 peg m...are and so gaya.Next day morning. Shilpa muje uthane mere badroom me aay .S- good morning sir.Me- good morning ( muje pata nahi tha wo shilpa he, i was like she is my sis. )And mene uska hath pakad liya and bola aau baju me betho.S- hello good morning sir . Me shilpa hi appke garper kam karti hu.Me jatke me uth gaya and usko sorry bola.S- koi bat. I had one finger deep in her pussy, making her squirm. I pushed her away from me. "I've got to go deal with your friends. Get on your knees." I pointed to the floor in front of me. I think she thought I was going to make her blow me again, she could see my dick was hard, and her breasts jiggled as she got into position. "Here, put this on. It's your collar, it's only temporary, till I get something nicer." I handed her the old dog collar. I'd modified it so I could lock it in place and she. Whack "One, thank you Mistress" Whack "Two, thank you Mistress" Whack "Oh" This reply, as the crisp crack of that third strike rang out round the room, indicated that Mistress had scored a perfect hit across the slave's palms. It had taken just a microsecond for the pain to register in his brain. The "Oh" response came simultaneous with a little dance as he began to wave his hand in the air as if it were a butterfly fluttering in the wind. "Get back on that spot" bellowed Mistress. "What was. Do something well in class? It never gets out the door." That seems ... perverse." It is perverse, if you think the goal of school is teaching or that the students are here to learn. The real purpose of the modern American high school is to warehouse students until it's time for them to go to college. They fail almost no one; they leave that for the colleges. Odd, how it is, that so many kids think college is unfairly hard. They've been working to get college to be the same as high school: show.