" It was sort of an experiment, master. It was my fault too." Nobility, nobility! Well, let’s get it over with. Or at least let’s get started," he...amended. Dorinda felt sure Mark was enjoying his mastery over two girls delinquent by his own code. There was that in his eyes when he looked at her that left her uncertain.Without pause he removed the bit of cord round her waist and unlocked one cuff. Raising her hand he locked it again to one of the rings by which his sister was chained, so that. "I don't mind him being a bit rough, in fact I hope he is because that makes me so incredibly hot as you know," and she giggled mischievously, "but I don't want him to try and have sex with my bottom. I hate that and the thought of it makes me sick. Promise me you'll tell him and you'll stop him if he tries?"I gave her a reassuring hug and said, "Don't worry poppet I will never let anyone do anything to you that you don't want." and I meant it because I loved her so.Until Friday came Liz was a. She accidentally dropped the plate on herself that the gravy spilled on her saree. There was gravy all over her saree under her boobs covering almost all of her waist. She moaned of pain as the gravy was warm. I immediately took some tissues and offered them to her. She started wiping it but couldn’t do it with two hands because there was so much gravy that the tissues became soggy very soon.So I asked her if I could help her. She said yes please. I took some tissues and followed her to a tap. A likeable woman, but not more.Only a few days before her husband had been in my shop. He showed me a very old book of his and wanted to know if I could sell it for him in my shop. I didn’t know him well, had only met him two or three times before, and I’d always thought he was a strange kind of guy, even if he seemed to be pretty jolly, and I told him I was sorry, I only sold new books. He didn’t seem disappointed, on the contrary, he even left only after buying a comparably expensive book.And.