She determined to confront the bearded man with a brave face. Last night?s many abuses lingeredin ways not quickly forgotten. By design, the beaten co...per plates she woreover her chest freshened Hell with the slightest of movement. Small holes inthe centers of each disk allowed her nipples through, yet the circumferences ofthe holes were unfinished. Nerve endings fired from fleshy nubs scraped raw. The brief skirt made of interlockedmetal rings did not cause further pain, but clearly was. But, first there was the last indignity to be confronted - the Friday peak catastrophe officially known as The Metropolitan Transit System. So, dear reader, cast your inner eye to Parliament Station and a platform seven deep in commuters waiting for the 5:15 to Lilydale. Alas, the loudspeaker is clearing it's throat and sure enough the dreaded message is heard "Due to defective trains, the 5:15 to Lilydale has been cancelled. We apologize for any inconvenience,"When the 5:36 finally approaches. "I don’t care who’s Mom she is" Chuck argued "When do we ever get a chance like this to get a lady’s panties down and tickle her pussy. Huh? I mean, they’re gonna make her do it for them anyway. Why don’t we make her do it for us?" Because she’s my Mom, Chuck" Donny said "C’mon. Get real." No. You get real, Donny" Chuck said "If I want her to do a nice panty strip, she’s gotta do it for me. I wanna play with her pussy and have some fun with it. If you guys don’t wanna feel her up nakey, I don’t. My daughter resisted telling that she needed to check.I diverted my look to the TV acting unaware of this situation. Deepti desperately looked at me to see if I had seen her stomach and pulled down her t-shirt. My daughter was my hero. She then started complaining to me that Deepti didi was not playing with her.Deepti looked embarrassed as she was not able to convey her uneasiness to me. I acted like I was looking at them for the first time. I pretended to take Deepti’s side and told my.