She was very jovial fun loving girl,hard working too even loved working out in gym with to keep her fit. Dad used to be busy with his business and mom...with with her friends and temple. I and Kavana used to spend lot of time with each other, as she had no friends in Bangalore. Some times I used get a view of her cleavage and curvy waist when she weared sarees occasionally most of the time.I used to get caught when I had a peek at her parts. She always ignored it. Not intentionally some times. Her nice sized tits were place in a compressing device made up of two sticks with wing nuts to tighten each side. Beth's tits were squished until they started turning blue, while she screamed the whole time. Then Grandma used tin snips to remove Beth's nipples. They didn't bleed as much as I thought they would. My grandmother told the whimpering woman, "You already have two kids, so I thought I'd better prevent you from wanting to nurse anymore."Sharon's number was 19. After seeing what. Daddy pulled her hair and said "You want to thank everyone for fucking you, don't you slut?" "Yes, Daddy. Thank you everyone for fucking me so good and treating my like the nasty slut I am" she said. Daddy must have gestured everyone out of the room because she heard the shuffle of feet and the audible click of the door opening and closing. They were alone at last. "You pleased me tonight, you were a very good girl" said Daddy. Her body responded to his words and she became desperate to feel. He moved with a relaxed confidence. His lamia slave wasn't with him. That was the first time I had seen him without the slave scampering at his side. He glanced at me and gave me a nod.I did not like it.“Let's go, Xera,” I said, casting one last look at camp. Where was Sophia at? I thought she would appear with the alarm being raised. It wasn't like her.But the charging desertmen were too immediate of a threat. She had matured, growing competent since when we first set out from Shesax over four.