.? Mrs?" Fiona," she said hoarsely. "Fiona Ragnelle." Mrs. Ragnelle, I'm so—"Ugh. Just Fiona, please." My bad," I said. "Fiona, I'm Henry Gawain, an... I'm real sorry, okay? Do you think you can stand up?"She moved a little, shifting side to side like she was testing to see if something was broken."I think so," she said. "I think—"And see, everything would've been fine, except she started patting down her sides and discovered her entire skirt was around her waist. I shit you not, her face turned. I stood up with my back to him and asked him to unzip my skirt.As it fell to the floor I turned around to give him a full look. “Have a feel of my legs. Feel the soft skin above my stockings.” He ran his hands up my stockings, stopping on my bare skin. As they explored my body I felt the side of his hand brush against the gusset of my knickers. I was so turned on, I very nearly climaxed there and then. I was starting to get the feeling I was enjoying it more than him. “Please take my knickers. And that, my lovely slave, is more important than people realizing that you are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?" Yes, Mistress," she responded. "I'm sorry that I questioned you in any way." That's all right," Becky told her. "You'll make it up to me with your talented tongue very soon."The girls finished dressing and we went out. We grabbed some bagels, along with coffee for Jamie and Chrissy. Neither Becky nor I drink coffee, but it was clear that with our new living. 2 min baad unka message aya, jo ki ek pic thi aur kaha, “Ye bhi bahut bhuki hai.”Jab pic kholi toh woh chut ki pic thi, ek dum clean shave chut dekh ke main toh pagal sa ho gaya aur maine pucha.I: Bhabhi ye apki chut hai?B: Nahii pardosi ki. (aur ek anger wala smiley bhej diya)I: Kya bhabhi, itni sexy chut ki malkin ho mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha.B: Hmmmm woh toh hun.I: Apke husband toh bahut luck hain.B: Itni achi kismet nahi hai unki.I: Matlab?B: Woh sab chodo, tum apni baat karo.I: Mera kya.