And I looked at myself in the mirror. Slim waist, big ass, and pretty big boobs.I went to college and could instantly see guys staring at me and disse...ting me from top to bottom. Some were just looking at my boobs. Suddenly, I was called by a gang of boys sitting together. It mostly happens as seniors call juniors for ragging and all that. So I went near them.The gang consisted of Ashqar – a Muslim guy, average looking, son of a wealthy businessman and from Indore. Rakesh – from Delhi, really. I suddenly felt like I'd been transported into a teen romance novel instead of a fantasy RPG.A bitter smile passed across his lips, and he visibly relaxed his tense shoulders, keeping his hands up and away from his weapons."Yes, I was. I was there, when ... the Lady died." I am-"He cut me off. "Don't say you're sorry." His tone was clipped, his voice louder than I expected, and at my flinch, he struggled to control himself again. When he spoke next, it was quiet, subdued. "You did as she asked.. I turned around to face my tormentor. In a strange way, I looked forward to showing off the rest of my body to him, hopefully gaining his approval. He took the time to enjoy the sight of my body, breasts on display and my pussy barely hidden by the scrap of black lace of my panties, before he spoke again. “I think you’re ready for the final phase of your discipline this evening”, he said sternly. “Have you spent your corner time wisely? What have you bee thinking about?” “Yes, sir” I. Motioning to the two of them with one hand, Milla indicated for them to strip to their normal sleeping attire, their own soft skin. When she turned Marisa around and showed her the natural beauty of two of her other mothers embracing nude on their bed, Milla smiled at the betraying evidence of Marisa's desire flaring, the young woman's nipples stiff and tight beneath her robe, rubbing against her Mother's side as she watched the two lithe mature bodies, swollen with the first months of.