She was wearing a nighty with no bra on(i can see her hanging boobs and nipples). She is very fair and has an average body with big boob size of 36D(s...e told me afterwards).Aunty: Come Sahil.We sat on sofa and she offered me cold drink. While having the drink:Me: Aunty, here is the shaving machine!Aunty: Thanks Sahil.Me: Now tell me why do you need it?Aunty: Actually today i have to go to a party and i need to shave my under arms.Me: Don’t uncle have a shaving machine. You can use his shaving. The hose in the torture chamber washed the rest of the mess down the drain in the floor. When I finished cleaning the chamber, the girls had just finished showering in the master bathroom. They came out giving me predatory looks.“Sorry ladies, you have to get a test that shows you’re free of STDs, and get permission from my wives,” I told them, knowing there was no way my wives would agree.“Wives?” one of them asked, her curiosity piqued. Fortunately, George paged me. The first chopper would be. Otherwise the trail of destruction would lead right to them. Large trucks loaded with looted goods went by and I stopped each and the driver and their passengers died a quick merciful death. Their memories spoke of the opposite happening to their victims.One large truck had broken down so the terrorists had pushed it off the road and into a small side hollow behind some trees. The four men held a coffle of children like slaves. Rifles, jewellery and gold decorated the men. The children were. I wondered if Penelope knew I was there, and this circumstance meant she welcomed me.I peered through the hole. The room was dim, having only three candles lit, but I could still see everything. The Lady of the Manor was on her knees, like a common whore. Jack's trousers were around his calves. She consumed his prick like she was a starving woman, thrusting her face toward him so violently that her nose bounced off his short hairs. I wondered why she did not gag. Her painted nails dug into his.