Jenny joined her after a few moments.“M’lady, should I throw him overboard once we’re at sea?” she whispered angrily.“Jenny, Jenny, there is...nothing we can do. The older one is married to that hateful old man, and he owns her.”“Yes, but we could try to help the younger sister, milady,” Jenny maintained.“How? Without being able to talk to her in private, how can we make an offer? Besides, she may be here out of her free will. Who knows what family background they have. Perhaps, the older sister. . Jo ab aap chodonge…Then unki panty niche kiOmg guys… Gand toh varun ko face karri thi.. But unki chut muje jo ki puri pink thi… Muje itna bura laga ki ye chut muje mili thi aur maine kys kar diya.. Tabhi ammi ne muje slap kiyaShabana : pata hai tu kya sochra hai… Mat bhul ye hak ab tera naiMe: ammi pata hai.. Varun is the manShabana : ha…Good sissy chalo continueMaine panty jake rakhi aur bola ki malik ye meri muslim ammi ki gand.. Ye sirf muslim lund ke liye thi bt ab aap toh hindu lund se. Wearing the stilettos stretched my calves and reallydid make my legs look rather sexy. I could feel the stockings move everso slightly against my skin as I slowly sashayed up and down in frontof the mirror. The feeling of the stockings straining against thesuspender belt was sensational and my penis was in a state of permanenthardness as it tried to poke out of the waistband of my panties.My cute little breasts looked quite realistic beneath my lacy white braand my bobbed hair gently brushed my. After all these years it is unlikely that anyone will ever read it.Perhaps I write to reconcile myself.... Whatever the reason, this is my story.It is written a while after the events I speak of, but I will try to keep it as close to what actually happened as I can.I will also try to speak the truth, even if it makes you despise me, for I won't lie, I have made many bad choices, only some of which I regret.Time is short and getting shorter by the second, so let me begin...It took three hours.