She watched him closely, afraid that he would make a movement toward her, to try and touch her. She shuddered at even the thoughts of those filthy gre...sy hands coming near her body. Suddenly, her knees felt weak. She reached for the post at the foot of the bed to steady herself."Please Mr. Shalla, I must go," she repeated, her breath coming in labored gasps. It was so difficult to breathe, the air in the room was stifling. Her clothing felt as though it were elastic around her body, choking off. She walked right to the edge of the stage and planted her feet with her hands on her hips. A blind man could have read her lips, "Well?"A hand reached out and took hold of the hanging material of her dress and began to pull downward. It unpeeled with an excruciating slowness. A cheer rang out when the top of her thong appeared. Howls erupted as the crack of her ass came into view. The dress cleared the width of her hips and moved more quickly down until it pooled at her feet. The group in front. There was only a slight sag to her breasts and, though they were not exceptionally large, were still prominent on her chest. She had very few blemishes or wrinkles, though there were scars from battles she had walked away from.“Just what am I supposed to do with this, Aphronia?” he asked with a slight gesture of his left hand.“Whatever you choose, sire, as is your right,” she replied, her eyes still looking forward. “I offer myself in recompense for my failures, in the hope to repay you for. Wash up, it’s ready.”We came back, and Nan sat down next to me. Dad walked in and said, “How is everybody?”“Pretty good,” I said.“Fine dear,” mom answered.“Spectacular,” Nancy said.“And why is that?” he followed up putting his napkin on his lap.“I got asked to go to the Blake Shelton Concert. It’s in two days,” she explained.“And who is the lucky fellow whom I get to interrogate before he takes my pumpkin out to a concert.”“Uh ... that would be me, Dad,” I admitted, to the excited eyes of my.