She even hinted once that she had seen a well-known Lady-in-Waiting in the premises. My father’s death was both tragic and disastrous. I can remembe... my mother in terrible distress, not merely because of the grief of losing the man she loved but also because she knew as I could not that we faced financial ruin. Mistress Carter was a kindly woman but she could not pay enough to sustain our household and, bit by bit, my mother sold off all that she had to sustain us through the rest of the winter. ," Owwww!!!!! Sttooppp it!!! I-i don't wanna do this pleeaaassssseeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", and as she stared at me I knew I was doomed. I was to afraid to do anything, not that I could do anything, she lay straddled over me in just her panties and bra both satin black, and both a good size or two to small for her, it was disgusting to see her fat hanging over the top of her panties as she leaned back again retrieving an item from the side of the bed then leaned forward holding the stun gun. By the time I reacted he had his arm back, which left his midsection available to punch hard. He was a bad ass with his mouth, but his body was soft. I hit him so hard the air rushed out of his lungs making a whooshing noise. He was bent over so the fight was over, I took the chance to punished him some more. I knew the cops could only do so much, so I completed his beat down before I put a zip tie around his hands. "You might want to think twice when you draw back to hit a woman next." I got. “Mandy, your turn. Let’s see yours,” my mom pointed out how Mandy’s asshole was tight like mine, but we were also the same size. “Their training will teach them to loosen their assholes to take bigger tails when necessary and tighten them to hold smaller ones,” my mom explained.“You mean dicks, right?” George understood the double entendre’ my mom was going for.“Yes, dicks, fingers, anything that can be shoved up there really just as long as it isn’t sharp or jagged. I was concerned the tails.