From Sierra Leone, she was mistress to a Portuguese trader who brought her here after her parents had been captured for the slave trade. Strikingly be...utiful with a fierce angular face and the lean hard body of a born warrior. She never smiled and she never left the side of the Abbess. The dull white of her habit could never diminish her proud, even regal beauty. The Abbess trusted her implicitly. Sister Gwendolyn, meek submissive of fair skin and dark hair like myself. Every order the Abbess. “You may join as a witness if you want”, He told the driver “and we need to drop him back later” he added. I crawled into their house.“Tum jaise logon se kutte behethar hai. Tujhe kuta ki taraj jeena chahiye, aaj tu humara kutta ban ja”. I nodded, tears started forming in my eyes. “Ro raha hai sala, tu kuta hai ya kutiya, check karte hain. Chal apne kapde utaar. Kuta ko nanga rahna chahiye. chal Utaar”. Slap! Slap! my cheeks burned, the more time I take the more the pain will be. I removed my. I let of a soft reluctant moan when he shook up my asswith his slap."Let it all out baby," he told me. He spanked me again."Ahhh," I moaned like a bitch."Good girl."He spanked me more and more until my asscheeks reddened. I loved having astrong man have his way with me.He then told me to get out of the bed and on the floor. I was veryexcited and followed him obediently. I was on my knees for him while histall body stood before me in it's incredible masculinity. He gesturedtowards his pants and. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. It was late and thesalon was obviously closed. The door opened and a bright, cheerful girlanswered. "You must be Cindy's new friend; I have so looked forward tomeeting you." Lara was trendy herself, with tight clothes, immaculatehair and nails as well as very high heels. She also had a few tattoosand some piercings. Not the kind of thing I was into, but it worked wellon her. I had never been in a woman's salon before, and it was verydifferent. I.