Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned shoulders, her abdomen with barely a crease even sitting, her tan, and attitude. It was all st...tus. And probably his boss, whoever he was, was Italian? Could this even be Mafia?“Come,” he said and stood back.Mia stood up, with his eyes lasered onto her. She followed him to the door, which he opened. He would either be super correct, or treat her like nothing - one or the other. But he thought she might be an envoy, perhaps someone’s. "I would not have," replied Polina firmly. "We were friends then, but our relationship was not between equals. How could it be, when I am so much more powerful than you? To take what I wanted, without asking, without respecting your wishes? That would be a terrible betrayal."And there is self-preservation at stake. If I had hurt you, or frightened you, or caused you to turn away from me in anger and hate? How long would I last as the Snow Maid if the power of your faith was stripped from me? So. Just don't tell your mom when you go to her house this weekend." Yes daddy," she said as she bit the edge of her lip in expectation.I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, moving down to her full round breasts, teasing her beautiful pink nipples with my mouth. I slid my hand down between her legs, feeling her bald pussy, spreading her lips. It was so wet, and so hot. I took some of the juices leaking out, using it to slide my fingers over her swollen clit. She bucked, lifting her pussy. So bhai wanted me to wear either skirts with no panties or just the Tanga or G-string panties with either a top or a bra but not both together. He was quite the fantasizer ……Majority of my panties were also crotchless as did little to hide my pussy (there I said it… calling your love hole – vagina somehow kills the erotic mood…. So pussy from now on..!!) . This was at our flat but if people came or if we had to go out I had panties ready to be slipped on or a top or a casual dress to just.