I damn near peed in my panties.“Stop it,” I pleaded to Jane. “You’re going to make me pee in my panties.”“You’re wearing panties?” Jan... pressed.“Don’t tell me you’re not?” I quickly shot back.“OK,” Jane replied, standing up and wiggling out of her jeans. “I won’t tell you. I’ll show you!”Jane stripped out of her jeans and sure enough, she was without any underwear. She was also freshly shaved downstairs.“Oh wow!” I declared. “Do you shave every day?”“Almost,” Jane replied, spreading her legs. I will put your pussy on fire. I will ensure that your boobs and nipples are rightfully treated. I will not let any part of your body go in a waste”. Hearing this my mother was so furious that she gave me a tight slap which I half expected.Now I had to shift my gears. She was about to leave room when I told “I have some videos which I think you will be very interested to see. Once you see those and still done not allow me to fuck you, I will upload these videos in web and project you as a. I would have still turned tail and run if not for those two words. Why would she ask me to stay? Were the police on their way already? Perhaps she had a gun trained upon me? I froze in fear and astonishment.I turned back in time to see her wipe the other cheek dry. She mumbled, "I'm sorry..." She surprised me again? Was I not the intruder, the crook, the thief? It was obvious she did not fear me. "My name is Cheryl-Anne," she stood awkwardly since her skirt hindered the movement, "please come. “Las damn it!”I hauled my reins short. My arm jostled. I almost screamed from the intense, thought-robbing pain. I shook my head, sucking in deep breaths. They came fast as my head swam again. Blood dripped from my arm from a sword stroke that cut me to the bone.“Get her off her horse,” I said. I couldn’t let my sister die. I loved her. Zanyia was in pain. I could barely fight now. “Hurry.”“Yes, Master,” Zanyia said, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. She hopped off Rainbow, my.