It was like 20 minutes after applying the mehandi on my hand, and now I wanted to pee. I got frustrated now on how to unzip my pants. I was kind of re...tless also.Mom: What’s the matter?Me: You have kept the mehandi on my hand, and now I am unable to do my needs.I shouted at my mother:Me: You have prepared mehandi for sister, and once she left, then you applied it on my hands.My mom started laughing.Mom: I will help you.My mom took me to the restroom. Now I was standing in the restroom, and she. He ease out of me then grabs my hair and pulls me off the table. He turns me around so I'm facing him then lift me and puts me on top of the table again. " Open up those pretty legs" He says with a smile. " show daddy those pretty lips." I spread my legs as far as I can get them. He grabs my thighs and pull me down so my ass is on the edge of the table. We make eye contact as he put his thick dick inside me and I can feel every inch that I gasp. Im so close to tapping out but trying not to just. Then, from far away, she heard George’s question, “Does that punish you enough? Do you want more?” To test her, George lifted the clamps’ chain. As he pulled – gently, actually - the throbbing in Jennifer’s nipples threatened to change into searing pain. And Jennifer surrendered by crying out, “Red, George! Damn you! Red!”As George rested the chain on her heaving belly, Jennifer fought against the cuffs holding her captive. She wanted to throw herself now– she knew - at George’s triumphant. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path, Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one last day of freedom? asked a familiar voice. She looked up, John, Lord Caisterdales son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion. Yes, she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his broad shouldered frame, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair. He looked down seeing the young girl of his childhood rather than the young woman in the full bloom of life which she had.