As we continued, we started seeing sign of a struggle, no doubt Liza had woken up and was trying not to go quietly. It looked like her tactic worked a... they had to stop, and it looked like that proved detrimental. There was fresh blood on the ground, and based on the tracks, it had to be one of the injured men, a hint of a limp meant the other one who had been hit with an arrow. I looked like there was a scuffle caused by Liza, which had resulted in her kicking the wound, making it bleed more. "We can't have that, can we?" "Haha, nope!" I giggled. "Here, get on the chair." He ordered, guiding me onto the chair. My knees were on the cold metal seat of the chair and I was half bent over the back of it with my ass arched out beautifully towards him. He lifted my dress once again and began to squeeze and massage my ass with his rough hands. "Mmmm, I want that ass!" He exclaimed. "Take it, daddy!" I said excitedly. He reached over and got the lube and squirted some in his palm. I then. Look... I didn't mean to offend you. Really, I'm kind of inawe of you. You all seem so much more comfortable in your own skin thananyone else I know. It's just that... well... it's like this is a real'house of women.' Like there's no men allowed."Frances was still wary. "Except Jordie." She looked at her cousin. "Andmy dad, when he was still alive. But even then, when we first moved herewith my dad, my mom lived here with her mom - and her mom's mom for thefirst couple of years. So, I guess. Phir mey pura moja lena cha raha tha iss liye maine use panty khol dene bola. pahele o sarma rahi thi or boli” sirr meri skirt itni choti hey mey panty kaise nikalu?” to mey gussa dikha ke bola ”Itni si skirt pei tume ajj bina panty pahene hue office mey rahena hoga. baki itnisi skirt pe puri din tume apni ijjat chupate hoye dekhne me muje ajj moja ayega bahut.” bolte huye mey khudi uski skirt ki andor haat dal ke uski panty kichke ada utor diya. phir mey uski skirt uthake chut dekhne laga.