These maidens have offered youa place in their midst and you throw it back in their faces. You arenot fit to touch my garment. I shall have to punish ...ou all."Chloe spoke up. "Goddess, please? We have done all that you ask andmore and give thanks everyday for your blessings. Bringing this onehere was at your request. Please give us another path forward for weare one with love for you, and want only what you want."Wow, I thought. Who knew Chloe was such a good speaker. I felt scaredand ashamed. ‘Together at last,’ he murmured as he finally withdrew. He untied her arms. ‘Never again will I let another man have you.’ That was a fantasy she could relate to, there were times when she could wish to be that woman, to rouse that emotion and desire in a man, to be a vehicle for his pleasure and release. Not that she thought it very likely in this age of women’s lib, with men too cowed by social pressures to allow their true natures to surface, deprived of the self esteem that is a. My husband had to leave for a 6month project abroad. My SIL was pregnant so she was at home. my Friend (my SIL’s husband) – let me call him Ashok was also at home to support his wife for few days. I used to notice ashok starring at my mil body long time and he never misses a chance to look at her deep navel when her saree moves away or look at her bulging boobs when she bends down or her saree moves away while working at home. she was also seem to be enjoying Ashok’s attention, after all she is. After all, we had been very naughty over the last few years and a father can only take so much.We got out and the valet opened the large double doors for us and we entered the marble floored entrance hall with the giant oil paintings of long gone ancestors. Wolves, bears, deer and even a tiger stood still around us, proof of our family's interest in hunting.“Hanna, Petra, come into my study,” our father roared from the staircase above us. We lowered our heads and hurried up the stairs holding.