Her breasts thrust into the air, massive and vulnerable at the same time, blouse about to give way. He crouches over her, rubbing his hands over her t...ts, grabbing and squashing them. It has gone too far for gentle caresses, not that she wants them anymore. What this bitch needs is to be treated like a bitch!Her eyes open wide and she gasps, flailing for his hands. His tough fingers find the line of buttons; her hands grip his wrists. He starts to pull at the flimsy material; she helps him do. ‘Milady, I am sorry. Are you alright? I wasn’t watching where I was going.’ Gerald stared in horror as the Princess said nothing but kneel onto the floor and lifted the book into her arms, cradling it close as if it were something precious. ‘Where did you get this?’ Were the only words that met his ears as she traced her fingers over the cover and pressed her nose to the pages, taking in the scent as if trying to remember the events that were within its pages. ‘The library, your highness. It’s. He had heard what happened. Her son was arrested on drug possession charges and was now remanded in the local police station.Anjali had been working as a housemaid for nearly 12 years, ever since the untimely death of her husband Ramesh. She had a son, Appu, a boy of thirteen and she lived with her husband’s parents. Her financial situation was tough and she struggled to make a living.Raju was her current employer. He was a respected police constable and lived with his wife and two daughters.. The boss likes ’em, though, because of the turnover. There’s always a line, and the wait staff barely has time to clean the tables before the seats are filled again. That was why I was draggin’ so much. But hey, there was only a half an hour left. ‘Al, we got trouble,’ I heard Cherry’s murmur in my ear. I turned my head to look at her, and she nodded toward the end of the counter. A troll. ‘Fuck,’ I said. ‘Who let him in?’ ‘He’s wearin’ a shirt and shoes,’ Cherry pointed out. ‘What was I.