Right... left... right. Again and again. “Answer!” she snarled into my face. “Y-Yuuugh... uughhh... er... esss ...” I choked. My face was slap...ed viciously again and again. “Yes... WHAT... slave?” she yelled. “Uuughh...aaaghhh... y... yer... er ...esss... M-MISS ...” I got out. T hen she pulled me half to my feet and tugged me by my hair across the deck to the bench on which I had been seated. My head was reeling from the slaps but my mind had become very clear. I trembled with fear. The. I grabbed her boobs and pressed them hard.'AOWA! Stop squeezing my tits it hurts besides you will make me horny, ' Sarit squealed.Then I told her what Shamit had said.'Thank God these big mountains have at last done me a favor. Actually I had come to hate them. Everybody stares at them and passes snide remarks but now that they have helped me get a nice husband, I love them, ' Sarit said caressing her boobs lovingly. The result was, we both landed in the shower.After that day we always double. All things considered - especially my girls' happiness - I enjoyed the experience. I'd never been to a concert even one-tenth the size of this one, or one-tenth as professionally staged, so it was a fun new experience for me. I joked to myself that I should get used to being surrounded by thousands of excited, screaming girls, in case Julia is understating the effect of my being rich on girls' hormones.On the limo ride back, the girls were still totally buzzed, which I hoped would last until. The next hour went by with idle chit-chat, only interrupted when they put away the dishes, and then Miranda was off to the next stop on her quest to inform the world about the dangers of new neighbors.Helen let out a relieved sigh once the door closed behind her friend. She really liked Miranda, but sometimes she could be too nosy and agonizingly headstrong in her believes.Swinging back the backrest of her chair, she closed her eyes and relaxed in the clean and warm air. *Suddenly there was a.