You're thirsty, aren't you?”Vicky circled the bondage horse as they spoke, inspecting her slave from all angles. He was covered from head to toe in ...leaming, scarlet-red latex. His blonde locks, which Vicky demanded he grow long, sprouted through a hole in the back of his gimp mask; a single pony tail of golden hair for any would-be face fucker to grab on to.His midsection was bound in a tight, black leather corset. His hands were secured in locked, black latex mitts and his feet were strapped. His voice boomed as he condemned his daughter, "I have lost all patience with you and your constant failures, Mileena. You're attempts at finding the hideout of Li Mei's rebellion have bore no fruit and I can not let such constant failure go unpunished." The large, muscular man leaned forward in his throne, his dragon-like eyes peered fiercely through his skull shaped helmet, "I sentence you to be imprisoned in the dungeons until I see fit." Imprisoned?! I have done everything for you and your. So when I used to go for night stay I used to drink n have chicken. They had two children, my cousins.It was a weekend night i had taken 3 pegs. Chachi went off to sleep after completing his drinks n chicken. The children had already slept for they had school on the next day. Chachi n me were watching tv on the couch .. She sat closer as we were talking but still drunk. My hand slipped on her fat belly. She was wearing a t-shirt which was till her waist only. So my little finger touched her. ”“This is accurate so far as the history of your recollection is concerned.”“Thank you, goodbye.”
”Goodbye your goodbye, than I guess you shouldn’t worry.”
”I shouldn’t worry? Good. Goodbye again.”“Fine. Itʼs swell to know a swell. Money donʼt matter to you. Must be nice.”“Agita. Is that your goal, to give me agita? Never mind, Mr. Agita and I are well- acquainted. Bosom buddies.”“Itʼs not Mr. Agita, Both of us are well-known to that dapper devil -- itʼs Mr. Money Iʼm talking about.”“So ... all.