Par wo akeli thi meri taraf pure dhyan se dekh rhi ma socha leave it meri toh aa rhi aa.But vo kuch jyada hi serious ho gyi thi mere pass ayi aur plea...e meri ek pic click krdo.Mane bolla sure koin ne.Usne mujhe apna phn de dea maine uski ek pic click kr di fer usne apna purse mujhe de diya aur boli please one without purse maine uski 2pic click krke usko phn dea toh usne bola bahut achi pic khinchi aa apne fer maine comment kea achi things ki pic toh achi hi atti .Mera dhyan uske big boobs ki. The slaves can wander within the confines of the floor, but have no access anywhere else. The only locked doors are the supply closet where clothes can be found, the ... discipline room, and of course the door to downstairs. And the windows are locked and barred. Gina, with the help of her mother, managed to loosen the securing bolts on her bars over time. I bet they're even more secure now." But if there's a fire... ?" Brittney gasped."The fuckers would let their slaves burn," said Martha.. I was in no position to say anything but yes. I was certainly leery since this is the first contact I had from either of her siblings since I had known Jackie. She arrived about an hour later and I was surprised at how much she looked like Jackie. Her hair was the same color as Jackies' and Mistys'. Yellow blonde I think they call it. A very attractive woman to say the least. We talked about all that had transpired over the last year. She was polite but seemed dis-interested in details. I think. "Barbara is coming to help," Sheila soothed, and I became angry."I'm alright now - please, help Barbara!" I was getting frantic."I am here to help!" gasped Barbara panting and standing on the side ofthe pool.Barbara lowered herself into the pool and walked acrosss the submergedtarpaulin.The tarpaulin swayed and rocked as she approached.Working together, they freed my arms and separated me from thedeadweight sulky.Then supporting one another we walked and swam to the side of the pooland hung.