The safety pin which Pramela had fixed to ensure that her saree did not slip from her blouse, snapped open due to the momentum of Rahul’s pull. With...n a flash not only the saree slipped down her arms but a tear was caused on the right side of the top of Pramela’s blouse. Rahul for a moment got terrified thinking as to if he had crossed the limit. But, his eyes immediately widened to see his mother’s wonderfully breasts wrapped inside a thin layered blouse revealing a dark bra inside. Pramela. His Aunt Gina was all caught up in some asinine Bingo game scam up in Yonkers that he viewed as a big waste of time. A lot of the residents were away at the shore making up for lost time because of the last two rainy weekends.He had an appointment to do Mrs. O' Brian's pipes right after lunch but she came down into the basement early in the morning catching him putting some Irish in his coffee and told him,"I got to go to my brother-in-laws' funeral today, Sal, he passed over the Holiday real. The friendly ones always have an easier time of it.’ ‘Yeah, but they are no where near as fun as the ones that fight,’ the other man said, his hand fisting in her towel. Cameron desperately held onto the terrycloth fabric as the man yanked but she was no match for his strength. She was spun from the cloth, losing her balance and tripping on her own feet to fall against the couch. Her ankle was twisted and she could feel it swelling, pain hitting her like a freight train. The man in gray was. . evidence of the recent flogging she had received. The magnificence of her Junoesque form could not be denied. It was, indeed, the form of a Princess even though this woman was now the lowest slave. Venetia held Xena in that pose for a good minute, knowing her Courtiers were revelling in the sight before them. Then she spoke. “Kneel, slave,” she said. A shuddering convulsion went through Xena. Her mouth twisted, a tic began to be visible in one cheek. All evidence of the incredible strain she.