“Now, Sam, we are going to bed. I will ride you. You will go to sleep wrapped in my arms and my veil and will sleep soundly until morning. Tomorrow?...Tomorrow we must go shopping. I need some clothes of my own that fit. Can you afford to buy me clothes?”My heart sank. I had hated going clothes shopping with Alice. I’d have to go with Jeanie because I would have to pay. I had to swallow a couple of times before I could speak.“Yes, Jeanie, as long as you don’t want an extensive designer. Also, I own Charmaine’s mouth the same way that Allan owns mine. Ray owns my pussy. Ray also owns Charmaine’s ass, while Allan owns her twat. Ray and Allan own each other’s butts, while we ladies share ownership of the men’s mouths.“Nobody has bothered to lay claim to their dicks, which is fine with me. Charmaine and I are both ultimately more submissive than dominant, her more so than me, but only by degrees. It suits us to have the men keep their rights to their dicks. Legally, none of that. We wondered how big her boobs were like a number meant anything to us until I finally blurted out why don't we sneak into her house and find her bras and find out? He agreed so we hatched a plan. The laundry was at the back of the house, against a hill bank, like an enclosed back porch. For a few days we noted arrival and departure times until we reckoned we had the perfect opportunity. We shot round the back and checked the back door - it was unlocked! We snuck in and checked the dryer, the. Bakiir’s sword stabbed into the guts of the only slave-soldier between him and Rushina. The woman screamed in pain, blood bubbling from her lips. He kicked her off his weapon and drew back his sword to strike down my aunt.Rushina lifted her tiger head, exposing her throat. Accepted that she had lost.I tensed. Here came the betrayal.Kushini moved faster than I expected. The rakshasa sprang forward, snarling out in rage. Her sword sang as it slid from her scabbard. The sound reached Bakiir’s.