I don't care what she says, there is always something, and there isn't a fat girl alive who actually does like being fat. I've watched women ever sinc...e I've been able to appreciate them, and this is what I've discovered. Even a fat girl who doesn't really mind that she's fat, bows to the Thin-is-the-only-way-to-be pressure. She will diet, with greater or lesser degrees of success. She'll try to wear thin clothing, and get more depressed when she gets odd looks. Because let's face it, a dress. That wasn’t how I wanted things. I wanted to spank her ass when, how, where, and as often as I liked. She shouldn’t be the one “controlling” the sex in our marriage, deciding if and when we have sex based on her mood. I was the husband. I was the “head of our house”. It was about time I got a little bit of what I wanted out of this relationship.The little bit of alcohol (enough that I could feel it, not enough to make me drunk) helped to unlock those buried feelings and gave me the courage to. . You are not prepared as you feel the leather riding crop come down sharply on your clit and mound you cry out loud and feel the thwack again. Your body tries to save you and you faint. You come to and there is cold shudders running wild through your body. It is a second till to you figure out that your master is tracing an ice cube over your sore, swollen clit. He asks you who your body belongs to. And you manage to stammer, " Yours Sir." He whispers, " Good Girl," and pops the ice cube in. Is bar mai batane ja raha hu ki maine pehli bar kaise gand marwayi thi. Haan to dosto, jaise uncle se sex ki dosti huyi mai aksar unke pas jata raha aur unki gand marta raha aur us dauran pata chala ki uncle to pure gandu hai aur unki gand to dusre ladke bi mar rahe hai. Aur kabhi jab mai unke sath hota to koi milne ata lekin uncle ke paas dusra koi hai ye dekhake vo log chale jate. Usme se ek uncle ka nai/hajam (barber) tha. Usne muje uncle ke sath aise hi baithe dekha tha. Mai bi uski hi shop.