The young swordplay student never gave her a second glance because her form was completely hidden under the shapeless cloak and the hood on her pretty...head. She was basically just a black blob passing and of no interest to a young lad with curves and ruby lips forever on his mind like some litany of unknown Saints.At least, she was safely out of the hands of the chief interrogator, a man reputed to have no limits on his capacity to inflict pain. It was unlikely she would become victim of some. I figured maybe she was too scared, but I was totally wrong. One day, she called me at work and told me to come home early at 3. She told me to go to the kitchen and look outside at the pool to see her show. She wouldn’t answer any more questions and I was nervous for the rest of the day. I got home and didn’t see anything different. I went inside the house expecting to hear something but it was quiet. I went to the kitchen just as I was instructed and looked out the window. I could see my. She said that would be fine, she had some cleaning to do but would be done by 10.I wasn't sure what I would do, exactly, but I figured I would play it by ear.I arrived at her house a little after 10, did not want to seem too anxious.She answered the door dressed in a casual dress, not showing much, as usual, although it did look like she was wearing stockings, and I gave her my usual peck on the check and a hug, which allowed me to feel her breasts pressing against my chest and feeling that she. .. and grabbed my neck from behind and pulled me over to the side, pinning me very well against the wall ... in glee the younger ones piled on top of me... it was lots of fun and I struggled to try to break free... unsuccessfully I must say ...I was pinned, face down on the bed and against the wall... my youngest sister was sitting on my head pulling my hair and my two brothers lay on top of me pinning my arms down...My dear s*s told them... - let's tickle him so he'll never abuse you again-.