Madam thodi der dekhkar apna cupboard kholkar ek bra diya per wo fit nahi hua doosra diya wo bhi fit nahi hua, tab kaha kal saath chalke shopse kharid...dungi ok.Meine kaha mere paas paise nahi hai to unhone kaha koi baat nahi kalse roz mere ghar aana aur mere chotte chotee kaam niptado bas mein la dungi tumhe bra aur panty… arrey haan panty pehanti ho ki nahi? Mein sir hilakar nahi kaha to mera skirt uthakar dekha arrey shorts pehna hai panty nahi, koi baat nahi kal layenge thikh hai. Doosre din. " Anton said bowing low.Looking over at Anthony Amek said, "Who is the other one? I refer of course to the strong one who has managed to close his mind off from me for the moment." Anthony was silent not liking where this might be going. Mary stepped forward bowing she said, "His name is Anthony my lord King." Anthony tried to judge the distance between him and her. Could he get to her before Amek could stop him? "Hmm... It seems Anthony doesn't like you very much Mary. A bad history between. Not because I have you tied up, or because I'm bigger and stronger. Do you know why?" "N...No sir." she breathed through the pleasure his fingers invoked. "You are mine because you want it as much as I do." he leaned forward and whispered, tauntingly, "Your pussy is soaked." And he was right too. Her thighs were slick with it. She didn't enjoy pain, didn't enjoy fear...At least she didn't think so. But she was dripping wet all the same. When he shifted his weight she flinched, half expecting. There's obviously going to be some problems that are going to arise from time to time and those problems will need to be resolved. However there are things that have to be lived with by everyone. My daughters will always be my daughters. It's something that will never change, even though one day Sarah, Lizzy, and Karen will be carrying my children and I'll be calling them my wife. The fact is that their children will be siblings to any child born by Tilly or one of you ladies and in reality any.