Of course, a stroke parallel to the brass strips could still cut skin, but that was an unlikely situation. I could move plenty well enough to defend m...yself against that kind of blow, and I could already see that Dad had come up with another winner. Now, the only thing left to do was for him to come up with something to protect my torso. The obvious item for that defense was long shirt made of chain mail. However, there was some concern about the weight. Dad planned to look into that.Once I was. With this Ranjit’s tool in his Bermudas got further enlarged trying to defeat the fabric on it. Ranjit murmured,” you have got a nice ass Simran, your legs are too good” At the same time he cupped her ass cheeks. He gave her a good hug (in Punjabi we call it a juffi with his chest pressing her boobs and crotch touching her crotch. She also locked her arms around him. His hands were madly on her thigh and buttocks and his tongue had met her tongue while doing all this. He was kissing her with. She sat back down and waited for her next set of instructions.She had to wait half an hour she started to worry had he not got them had she sent them to the wrong mobile!! in a panic she checked to make sure because Steve (her boyfriend) and Simon were right next to each other in her phone no she was ok it had gone to Simon with that her email beeped it said "beautiful Sheryl just what I wanted now as a reward I have left you something in your desk drawer I want you to take it out and use it. Of course the next thing I thought of was that my children were doing something they weren't supposed to be doing, so that meant spying on them was a good thing. Except I hadn't stepped in to stop what was going on. Furthermore, my own cock was hard as a rock. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. It was obvious she wasn't under any duress, and that what had happened wasn't traumatic to anybody in the room. The memory of playing doctor with my own sister popped into.