Logic had nothing to do with it! Ellie was getting more and more possessive of Celtus' time, so that he was starting to find it difficult to make his ...ounds. Cletus felt that Ellie was acting less like the wife of an Indian warrior and more like the wife of a White shop keeper. Ellie would often cry as Cletus began his scouting sweep and nearly collapse with relief when Cletus returned. The tension was beginning to wear on Cletus' nerves to the point that Red Cloud wondered how much longer. . what are you planning for me?Mom: tomorrow on 30th Oct you will buy a designer lingerie and give it to her in evening and put a hand written note in that “If you like this,i want to see u in this tonight when ur bthday starts”Me: aap marwa doge....if mom ne papa ko bata diya toMom: won hi batayegi....if wo gussa bhi hogi to tumhe alag se akele mei bulayegi samjhane ke liye but tumhare dad ko nhi batayegiMe: i said ok aap bolte ho to try karta hu....try kiye bina to waise bhi kuch milne wala. But as I got to him, my tits surged even larger... quickly burying him beneath their mass. I could feel him struggling beneath the mountain of tit flesh... though without much luck. There was no way that he was going to be able to budge me. Hell, I couldn't really budge myself when I was so large that my tits were each larger than my body... and I had enhanced strength. "I thought most guys wanted to go out buried in breasts," I teased. However, the final gunman was still there and I couldn't. "I really am most sor..." Petunia never finished her sentence.Strong hands gripped her shoulders and forced her back into the cubicle."Simon, what are you..." Petunia protested."Shut up bitch, you are my bitch - I am your master, do you understand?" Simon growled, his purple eyes boring into Petunia's soul."I understand, but..." Petunia began, hesitating."There are no buts, you are a bitch, my bitch. To all others you are a Mistress. But to me a slave, a bitch, yes?" Simon asked.