This was her slave-girl. She owned her. Like she owned her handbag or hairbrush. She could do anything she wanted. She felt powerful yet also worried ...bout her responsibilities. As Amna bustled about the bedroom, she decided to try out some of her authority over the young woman.She’d seen most of their house slaves naked, of course. And she’d seen Amanda, as was, naked in the communal showers at their private school. But she’d not seen Amna as a naked slave.?Amna, take off your dress. I want to. Thus it was very tight for Priyanka. The shirt was very tight around her breasts and very short, the skirt too was a little short revealing her things, I could see her smooth navel and cute belly button as she helped me up the stairs.Drunk as I was I become very horny as we reached my room I was very horny by then and I would’ve had sex with any girl including my sister. But since Priyanka was right next to me I decided to try and fuck her. A plan started forming in my mind as to try and have. And, as you sink into the plush, cool white leather seats in the spacious limousine you see me raising up the divider between the driver and the rear, after handing the driver a 50 dollar bill. No…I don’t want us to be bothered just yet. And, as we ease out of the airport onto the highway, the crystal blue endless ocean visible from the windows…you know neither of us will be seeing much of the exterior view on our longer, scenic route to our vacation bungalow.And, just as you’re settling in,. Emily was equally as distraught if not worse. She begged you, then mom and finally your father amidst fits of tears to let her go with you but to no avail (since she was 15 at the time and not yet finished high school it was completely out of the question, it would ruin her education and disrupt your own).At the time it felt devastating to see them in so much pain, but now looking back on the images that float across your memory you find them quite amusing. Not to mention rather pleasing at how.