"Come on, give it a go. You don't want to miss the school prom do you?And I promise, if it gets to be too much for you we'll leave straightaway, we'll...come back and have a few rounds of tekken to burn the stressoff. How does that sound?"I reluctantly agreed."Girls," Jean shouted from downstairs. "Your taxi's here."I looked at Monique and quoting Tarantino, said, "Ok ramblers, let's getrambling."We both stood up and headed downstairs.It was weird. I had never worn a dress or heels in my life,. Sir Marcus looked to Sir Glen, and the held each other’s gaze not wanting to really find the questions or know their answers. ‘Let’s get this unpleasantness over with Marcus.’ Sir Glen finally announced. And both men left the room through the back passage, neither wanting to see Leif’s face. Lady Daire closed her eyes. ‘I am sorry Leif, but we need time if we are to keep her from returning to Sir Colin. And with that being true, you might not necessarily be safe.’ A warbled, strangled answer. She got ready with the paraphernalia and put on her only pair of sterile gloves to maintain hygiene during the entire procedure. As she bent over the edge of the bed for proper positioning, the loose end of her sari gave way and slipped off, revealing her cleavage. She was left spellbound as if she touched her sari at this stage she would have to abandon the procedure as she had only one pair of sterile gloves.Mr. Mishra, understanding her situation, offered to close his eyes to make her feel. " I nod, whining softly. Feeling your hands close around my breasts, kneading and flicking my nipples, I moan ecstatically.Your hands leave my body and I whimper in disappointment, shivering as I don't know what you're doing. I hear a quiet click and jump, suddenly feeling cold metal in the valley between my breasts and I whimper in confusion. My bra slips away from my body with each shuddering breath I take and I realize you've slit the thin piece of fabric of my bra between my breasts.Next I.