He was drunk, and yelling at her.I got closer and could see that she was a young Indian woman. He had beaten her and her face was swollen. "Mister, do...s that woman belong to you?" I asked not being able to tolerate a man beating a woman very well."I am free," the woman gasped.The man turned to slap her. "Mister, if she isn't yours, I can't let you beat her."He pulled a knife and threatened, "Put your nose back where it belongs, boy." Let her go," I said. I pulled my revolver from my holster.He. That didn't seem wrong for me either, boys became men; And this wasessentially the moment my real life started.....|||=|||=|||=|||=|||=|||=|||=|||=0After she graciously thanked them all Hippolyta ordered these males todepart, because grateful as we were to them, they had no place in ourworld; and then she shocked me by banishing her own daughter from evercoming back. I could see this saddened the Queen but rules were rules,and it wouldn't be fair to make exceptions for her own family.Diana. 4 were shelf brasin red, pink, white and black lace that would show off my breasts. 2 hadfuller cups but still covered with lace all over. They were all sopretty and made my chastity start to bite into me. The other 2 wereplain support bras that Mistress said I would need to wear as myimplants healed. Next Miss Maddy selected some panties that would matchmy bras including a couple of open crotch styles "for easy access" Maddystated.She told me to remove my panty and try on the crotchless pink. I rested my whole body on the bed now. This was the first time that i had done so, consciously. Usually mom used to make mewear atleast a top and my panties before i used to go to sleep alone in my room, inspite of heat. Dad had always been co operative, always knocking on the door beforecoming in.I loved how the bedsheet felt against my skin, specially my lips, neck, boobs, tummy, pussy and legs. I took support of my palms and very slowly started rubbing my whole body against the bedsheet. It.