The two hands grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She was pushed back against the kitchen counter. An involuntary “Hey!” escaped her...lips. One of the hands clamped down over her mouth.”Shut up. Whores don’t talk.” The other hand clamped down on her right breast and squeezed hard. She winced. “You gonna talk again?”Sushmita shook her head as much as the hand on her mouth would let her. She heard the metallic ring of a blade drawn from the utensil drawer next to her hips. She felt. Mom had given up on the idea of being my wedding planner very early in the process, especially when Jeni Parkin pointed out to her that if she was busy being my wedding planner she would miss all the fun of being mother of the bride!Jeni's own wedding had been only a month before, and if anyone had a fresh perspective on the realities of it, she was it! Not being in the public eye like Andy and I were, Jeni and Trevor had even managed to have something of a 'Legion Wedding', on a small. It was too risky, even for Harold.The next couple of hours were a blur. At noon he found a pub and decided to get drunk, or as drunk as he could get with the cash he had. Nursing pint after pint of the cheapest beer for as long as he could make them last meant he didn't get home until the source of two thirds of what he had committed to pay had slipped out of his house and hands for good. His 'ban' had not been heeded; the golden bird had flown.Jennie's mother had taken the news that Jennie. As they sat there waiting for their dinner to arrive, he motioned for the waiter once again. He ordered a couple of drinks, one for each of them and the waiter brought them to the table. "Are you wearing panties?" Master asked Chelsea.Blushing at such an opening line, she replied "No, Master. You told me never to wear them unless...you know." Good girl," he said. She felt his foot sliding up her leg and slip under her skirt. She stiffened as his shoe touch her mound. "I will be using that again.