”As he stood up I saw his prick standing out in front of him, and as I had suspected, it was much bigger than mine. He turned and opened the bottom ...rawer of his chest and pulled out a pair of white cotton high waist panties in his hand.“I’ve had these for quite a while but never got round to doing anything with them,” he told me. “I think they’re more knickers than panties. At least that’s what our parents’ generation would call them,” he informed me.“Wow!” I replied, excitement creeping into. I don’t know how I said that but the moment I finished talking I felt his hand on my naked waist and I again started melting in fear. I was shaking with his touch and was moaning slightly as well. He removed my saree completely and tied my hands above my head with it. Then he removed my petticoat and tore off my blouse. I was regretting my decision of getting down with him as after stripping me down to bra and panties he left me tied and went somewhere.Ok. So I was just wondering where he left. Now with hopeless search she again started fingering. But she couldnt satisfy herself then she bound a towel her body and came out of room finding me in lawn watching she went back to her room she did repeated this 3 times. I understood everything that might be she needed to go somewhere but couldnt go due to presence of me.Then I switched off TV and lights of lawn and sat in corner hiding myself at suitable place And started waiting for her. After half an hour she came back again finding no. Chastity said she knew that and that was part of why she was willing to trust him. “The best thing for Emily is probably to join us,” she said.After pausing to ensure I’d heard my sister correctly, I dismissed the notion as absurd. The thought had occurred to me that Emily needed her bitch button reset when she got too big for her britches but not by becoming a slave. I simply couldn’t and wouldn’t entertain the notion it needed to include domestic discipline. Certainly not discipline that.