Com to mai ab story pe ata hu hmari ghar k sath vale gali me ik bhabi rhti thi wo sub kuj chod k apne maiyke aa gyi thi kionki unka hubby nashe bechne... ka kam krta tha or wo usse lad k yaha aa gyi thi mai apko unke bare me btana bhul gia ki wo 2 bchoo ki maa thi pr dkhne pr lgti nhi thi muje measurement to nhi pta but unko dekhte hi mera khada ho jata tha kia kamal kii thi mai roj unki gali se jata tha prr kbhi dhyan nhi deta tha pr ek din maine dkha k wo meri taraf dkh k hass rhi thi wo muje. .. and I’m going to savour every moment of your humiliation!” She laughed cynically, as Brigham faltered on the leash a little, as a whipping frame he was more than familiar with, was wheeled out from behind one of the stands by Clara and the eternally strict Norma Greer, a furled bullwhip hanging from a broad belt tightly adorning her waist. Hortense sneered at Brigham’s whimpering reluctance to go forward as Norma unfurled the whip with a curt and longing smile, whilst Clara saw to it that. The boots came to just under herknees, bright red patent leather with laces on both sides; they showedher calves' feminine shape so well. Stockings that showed the lacy topsjust at the hem of the clear plastic skirt that allowed constantinspection of thighs, sex and her generous hips. She wore a corset thatwas laced tight to give a delicious curve to her waist that swelled tolift her large breasts into view, the pierced nipples showing justclear of the black edge of the corset.As she entered he. "But you did it for Cindy. You don’t think I’m sexy too?" she said pulling her hand away and looking like she was about to cry."No, no, no, baby. It’s not like that. It’s just… that was wrong what I did with Cindy. It would be even more wrong with you. You’re my daughter!" he said."Stepdaughter, we’re not blood-related, Daddy. Besides, I know you’re doing it all the time, since mom isn’t giving it too. Don’t deny it. I haven’t seen you, but I’ve heard you and I want to see it. I want to see you.