To ei paratei ek ta kakima thak to nam holo Ela kakima boyos 28 er kacha kachi hobe dekte darun forsa hight 5″4′ r moto sorie halka chorbi komore ...tinte khanch pacha gulo bess vari mai er size 36 ar komor 38 ek bar kakimar der chade gi dekhi bra panty saya sukochhe tokhon dekhe niye chilam kakimar ekta 13 bochorer chele aache 7 e pore besh nadus nudush. Amra tin bondhu jakhon sit kale tution pore rate firtam takhan kakimar ghorer bomdho janalar fak diye dekhar chesta kortam ei vabei dekhte. Undress the guards said. I look around and say where. Right here now. I start toundress. Taking of my shirt and pants. Bra and panties too babe. I slowly push my bra down myshoulders and turn it around and undo the clips. Next I dropped my panties. Follow me a guard said. Ifollow him. We go down a hallway to a big door. He turned a key and opened it. I follow him though.We go down a hallway with many doors, which must me cells. They all have a solid metal door.We get down to the end to a wood. Being a slavegirl, she is never permitted to wear trousers. By this point in her slavery, the door lock ritual is a long established, familiar and well practised routine.Getting in the door, she hurriedly punches the time clock, before even taking the key out of the lock and dropping her skirt. What a relief, thirty seconds to spare before she would have started earning strokes. Not that she minds strokes, quite the contrary, but the twenty five from this morning and the five welts from. .”“Electrical engineering. It’s genetic, I guess. My dad. My step-mom...”“I guess we just crossed paths,” I said. “I’m in it, too.”“I’ve seen you. Wondered what you were doing. You look young...”“Sixteen,” I said. “I kinda side-stepped a lot of classroom work. I show up if the professor points out something that I might find interesting...”“Carlita explained that path to me. I didn’t know it was possible,” Sandy said.“It is possible,” Carlita said with her lilt. “I have encouraged Sandy to push.