Stepping from the shower, she dried herself equally carefully. The large, fluffy towel felt deliciously soft against her skin and she found herself hu...ming again. Tonight would be special; she had a good feeling about it.From the back of her underwear drawer she removed the bottle of aromatic oil. There was no real reason to hide it but it saved any awkward questions from the other Sisters. She poured a generous measure onto her palm and inhaled the tart, musky aroma. Slowly and deliberately,. He kickedat the lower plank on the railing, cursing and then walked the Hell-Bitch to the other stall, yanking the cinch loose and then quickly hauling it up and off her back. He had to hurry if he was going to catch Lacey’s run. Despite his failing to get Wesley to watch, he refused to let her down completely. ‘Fine, asshole … have it yer way. But yer fucking up, big time, and ya don’t even care.’ Pulling off the Bitch’s bridle, he hung it over the saddle horn and walked out of the stall,. Gopichand softened considerably looking at his daughter crying. “Oh, don’t cry beta” he said tenderly, switching his role from a strict teacher to a loving father, and stretched out his hand. Sada rushed to her father and flung herself on him, and cried on his shoulders while hugging him tightly, her firm boobs crushing against his strong chest. Gopichand was flustered. He gently stroked her thick back hair gently, consoling her.“I’m sorry papa.” she said between her sobs.“That’s okay. You can. ' I want you to say it, that you'll lap up my scraps like a pathetic puppy dog." She pouted like a spoiled brat. "I'm.. I'm not saying that."She looked up at me, a defiant look in her eyes. She scooted her butt down the couch again and pushed her foot into my face. "Fine, don't say it. Show me."My eyes drifted to meet hers. The show had ended and the preview screen was, of course, a nurse, which meant the screen was almost completely white. The room was almost entirely by that bright,.