Her nipples were clearly on view. “How many pieces of clothing are you wearing” Vicky looked at me perplexed… “Two… just a shirt and skirt�... no underwear” “Not even panties? gasped mum “How many are you wearing Cathy?” I ignored mum’s remark“Two Master” there was a smile on my sister’s faceI smiled back… liking that little touch “Master…did you just call Ross Master?” I looked and mum again ignoring her intervention. Taking a huge breath… “How many are you wearing Mother” “Wha…what….this has. Samantha didn't like this, and stopped betting to keep me in hands. On the fourth hand, she let me stay in with something I would have surely folding on if she had made any sort of bet, and I ended up with trip threes after the turn. I went all in, and for some reason, she did too. There was no way that she could beat the triple, so we set to work figuring out what was remaining in the game. We finally decided that the extra chips in front of me were the value of my shirt, and since it wasn't. I was remiss in not having guards stationed at the bedroom door. Dammit, I was luckier than I really deserved.I recognized the two guards so I ignored them while I tried to help the slave woman who was pretty badly injured. She looked me in the face and collapsed against me. I grabbed her to keep her from hitting the floor. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down beside the trembling form of her Mistress and tried to do what I could to minister to her needs.There was a slave. She resembled the present tennis player Sania Mirza and she had a cute smile on her face.Shaheen saw me staring at her, snapped at me and said, “What are you looking at, Boy, come on get up and show me what have you got inside your pants. Your Fathima Ma’am was boasting a lot about you and your lund (cock in Hindi), let me see the cock which made my bhabhi so happy and got her pregnant.”I was literally shocked, terrified hearing her use vulgar words. But I meekly stood up, pulled my T-shirt.