Since she spent most of her free time in her room, she had to come up with some sort of hobby. At times she wished that she would not have picked clot...es. Once she finished something one of her step sisters would end up taking it from her anyways. They felt that since she was their slave basically, everything that was hers really belonged to them. She hated it but she really could not do much about it unless she wanted to be thrown out into the streets. “Camille,” a voice yelled up the stairs,. I’m just doing this for me. I drain the tub and blow out the candles, then I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and head down the hall to my room.Perching on my bed, I drop the towel, luxuriating in the feeling of the cool air on my heated skin. I smooth body butter into my arms and massage a little onto my breasts. I lie back and stretch my toes up towards the ceiling as I knead the rich moisturizer into my legs.When I sit back up, I untie my long dark hair and brush it until it tumbles in soft. Doesn’t she need to have it covered up or be putting some lotion on the new tattoo? I’m asking myself.“Um, Dakota, don’t you have to put some sort of lotion on it? Maybe put a band-aid over it?” I ask, now worried about the safety of the tattoo and her maybe being pregnant.“Well the tattoo artist, Ace, said to put lotion on it two or three times a day. I didn’t tell him that I think that I’m pregnant.“OK, lets get Ronda to check you out either before she leaves today or at her office tomorrow.”. She came to the rented premises last year since her husband got transferred. Both our houses are located in the same compound. She is one of the beautiful creations of the god. No words to explain her beauty. I admired her beauty many times. I used to play with her kid whenever I find time especially in the mornings, which paved way to move with her. She used to ask me small helps at times which I never refused. I became mad of her beauty and masturbated many times thinking. Though I had the.