“That’s good to hear,” Miriam said. She blushed as she noticed his eyes on her. She couldn’t help glancing away. Her blush deepened as she felt his hands on her. She relaxed as she felt the bra fastened back over her chest. The dress was then pulled over her head and she was marched inside.
“They sound like good kids,” Lena commented. “My brothers never help with the housework.” She stepped out of the car cooperatively. She frowned slightly as the dress was pulled down over her head. She marched inside with the others.
Parvati blinked, lying in the dark, alone, bound, unable to do more than shift about. She looked up with watery eyes as he finally returned. She gasped as he plucked out her gag, her mouth dry and rasping. She ate the turkey eagerly but she shook her head at the wine. “I’m already dehydrated,” she gasped. Wine would be a serious health problem, not just a punishment. She wanted water. She cried the whole time he used her.
“What is your type?” Takeru asked coyly. She batted her eyes only to find herself slung over his shoulder. By the time she was set in front of the woman and her panties pulled down. Takeru was no longer arguing. She was simply crying. She twitched and jerked away each time the woman felt her soft flesh.
