Do I need to punish you for disobeying?" he asked. Matilda shook her head and slowly took off her dress, and like he had done before, he left without ... word, and Matilda finished her chores.The next day, Matilda was sure to wear all the clothes she had, and didn't expect to see him till toward the end of the day like she had before, but today he was there in the morning."Good morning slave," he said cheerfully, and outright laughed when he saw the garter ribbons hanging down her legs, "I was. Anyway that is where we sat as we watched Sylvia enter."Morning Sylvia, would you like a donut?" I asked."It's afternoon and I have already had my lunch," she said in her eastern European accent. I noticed that Lydia noticed it as well. Lydia was in for a cultural shock, since all the people who she would come into contact with for a while, except Jennifer, had an accent of some kind."Suit yourself, I bought the chocolate iced, white creme filled ones you like so much, and of course the apple. After talking to you from last 3-4 weeks i understood that you consider me your real Bhabhi. So only i want to ask you that will you be my friend, A true friend with whom i can share my problems, discuss my problems and share my personal secrets and can trust you blindly and ask u anything and can share with you anything..Me : after thinking for you few minutes i said yes Bhabhi we can be friends.Bhabhi : thank you bhaiya and she hugged me slightly. Her body fragrance was amazing and her boobs. Suddenly, the ghost of St. Valentine appeared from the puddle of sticky man-sap. ‘Who has conjured me here today using the secret combination of strange names, a submarine-like environment, cross-dressing blondes and bald member-sucking midgets with non-water-tight twats?’ he exposited, conveniently. ‘What is it you desire from me?’ he helped the plot by asking. Quizzically they looked at each other. ‘Your cock’ stated Abandon. ‘Since it is Valentine’s-day, and you claim to be the real mc..