. . Fir mene unko dogi style me thodi der choda or hum jud gaye fir bister me h hum ek dusre ko chipak kar so gaye thodi der k lie.Fir apne per se mer...e lund ko machal ne lagi fir chumane llagi or me fir taiyar ho gaya next round ki liye or mene unko apne upar betha kar kaafi der tak choda or fir mene unko ulta kiya or chodne laga to vo bole isme bahot maja aaa raha hai vo aaahe bhar ne lagi or siskariya b kar rahi thi. . . . . Kaafi der chodne ke baad me fir se jud gaya tb aunty ne bola thanx. I wasn't supposed to talk when I was being punished. I stood erect, my breasts out, my hands down by my sides and my legs together. I could feel my skin prickle with the knowledge that my Uncle's attentions wouldn't be sedated by simple conversation. “Don't talk to her T.C.” Mama said to my Uncle and then she turned toward me, her eyes roaming over me like she was noticing the trash someone had left on the kitchen floor. I could smell her anger like a thick burning ember, red and. Five o clock couldn't get there fast enough for me that day. I closed up the shop and hauled ass home. I walked in the house and it was quiet , no smell of supper cooking or any thing. I started to call out to my wife but remembered how she was mad at lunch so I just looked for her. I walked into our bed room and there setting on the bed all dressed up in a very sexy dress was my wife , she was just fastening her last garter to her stocking. Oh , that was perfect timming I thought, or did she. “You each got a voting chip when you came in,” Jonah explained, holding an example token aloft. “Over there, where the beautiful Miss Ellie and Emmie are waiting for you, is the voting box. You drop your chip in the slot for the band you think is best. We’ll take care of the rest later and see who wins.”The crowd gave a cheer and Jonah threw a grin our way before he went on.“But you’re probably wondering, who are you choosing between? What bands are we going to hear tonight? Well, let me tell.