Mara niche se biii dhakee maaraaaa.. Phad de meri bur koo .. Bosda banaaa deeeee… Haaaaa marrr jor jor seeee… Marrr dabaaa mere mmumy koo bhi daab...aaa.. Badaaa majaaaaraha iiiii … Oooooo yaaaaaaaaa.. Hhhhhhhh maar jorrr seee haaaaa haaaaa marrrr auur tej aur teja…. Saaandy mera nikkal neeee waaala haiiii… Haaaaa maiii gaiiiiiii…. Hioooooo maaaaaa jhioooooooo aur kehati hi aunty jar gaiiii…. Aur mere badan par gir gai…. Par mere nahi huaa thaaaa.. Mene aunty ko .. Sidhe litayaaa.. Aur mere lund. ’ ‘So you were now a slave?’ asked Ivory. ‘And your mistress was this Lady Demure?’ ‘That’s right,’ said Glade. The furs that covered her were parted at the front to display her bosom and crotch. Her skin was still flushed from her sexual exertion with the chief the night before. ‘It was how the Knights’ society was organised. All the real work was done by slaves. Like me, they’d all been captured by the Knights on slave-hunting expeditions. These expeditions were not only vital to the Knights’. The washing machine had evidently been out for a while; inside were slips, nightdresses, bras, pantyhose, and lots and lots of panties. This was better, she would never notice the clothes in the basket had been rearranged. Heck, if he could fix the washer he could get them cleaned and folded. But first things first.His hands trembled as he ran through the basket, luxuriating in the silky feel of the fabrics in there. He picked out a pair of pantyhose and ran them across his cheek. He didn't. I still wasn't clear as to her relationship with Uncle Joe. At times she seemed to be more than just an employee; but I guess that comes with the fact that she lived under his roof for the last several years and sees him practically every morning in the gym. I wondered if she knew about his health problems. If she didn't know now, she would later as his health started to deteriorate.That subject was never to be spoken about; Uncle Joe had given me strict instructions."So, John, You did you see.