Ek baar mom dad dava lene Allahabad gaye the mai, TV me CD laga kar BF dekh raha tha tabhi meri buaa agayi apane husband ke sath aur mom dad ko poochh...ane lagi, mai turant tv band ki aur unko andar baithaya panic hay pilaya Fufaa chale gaye bole buaa ko1 week ke liye yaha chhod raha hun vo bahar jane wale the, aur chale gaye , buaa apane kapade change kar ke Nighty pahan liya unka ladaka bhi bada hogaya near 3 saal ka raha hoga aur mai bahar Sabjee lene chala gaya aur aaya to buaa tv dekh rahi. . look at it ...” Madame Vesta thrust the cane before Isabel’s terrified eyes. “It’s going across your backside until you’ll wish you’d never been born!” “NOOOOOO ... OOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Oh, yes! You’ll learn; when it comes to pain, that a lady’s bottom and a peasant’s are very much alike. They feel it just the same!” Madame Vesta released Isabel’s hair and walked round to the other end of the block. There was that splendid naked bottom ... thrusting ... curvaceous ... high and helpless... sadistic. He sister sat silent for a moment and looked around Emma’s room. “Nice room” she concluded. Emma just smiled wanting her to leave. “Are you ok?” Connie asked her extending her hand to feel her forehead.“yes I’m fine” Emma answered. Feeling the heat and sweat she was confused and chose not to believe her and contested. “Are you sure?”“Yes! Yes! I’m sure I just have a headache,” Emma snapped back getting impatient at the situation, her eyes looked down as she said it realising that she was not. Hopefully, some dick would be behind her, too, preparing to slam into her twat. She recalled that younger man, one of many, who had struck out with her. If this worked, she knew that guys like him would have a much easier time getting into her panties. That was exactly what she wanted nowadays. She was tired of letting her inhibitions fuck with her head. She was tired of pushing guys away. Maybe she would even try women, once she felt freer and less worried or nervous about it all.“Now, please.