At least I still have my sword.My sword?With a slightly panicked grab, I felt for my scabbard. Still there. Although it was made of a metal better sui...ed to pots, it WAS a sword. Many didn't even have that much and resorted to using clubs.The argument intruded on my misery again, as it was getting noticeably louder. Oddly enough, the shouting all seemed one-sided, like a man arguing with himself. I leaned around the ell-shaped room's corner to see what was happening."Now, THAT isn't something. I knew that no one would be able to tell, and that you would be fine. But I also knew that you would be very conscious of it. The weight, the metal against your skin...it was a constant reminder of your submission. The power exchange is what we both want. You want to give control to me, and I want you submitting and doing as you're told. But for that to happen fully, there has to be complete trust. It will come. You'll get to the point where you trust me without reservation and will follow the. He immediately opened his mouth and my tongue brushed up against his as I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him closer, his large erection poking at my stomach through his jeans. With him on top of me, he used his legs to spread my legs open. I reached down, unbuckling his belt and pants with much difficulty before i slipped my hand inside to massage his throbbing cock for a moment before removing my hands to wrap them around his waist. Somehow my tights, hoodie and panties had all. I caught hold of Bhabhi from behind and had a good grip on her stomach. My dick was as such rock hard and I was having a difficult time holding Bhabhi's stomach and controlling the pain in which I was reeling. Now as Bhabhi's nighty was made out of silky material, she was able to break loose my grip and get onto the other side. I then protested, "Bhabhi, your nighty is made up of slippery material and that is why you escaped, you please change your nighty." Bhabhi said, " Now who has the time.