My father never wanted a daughter, you see. When Mother gave him no son, she was sent back to France. He wished me around while I was still ‘cute’... but at schooling age wished me gone so he might take other women to his bed for his pleasure, and for a son. Still none produced a son, so father turned to other sources of…. enjoyment, you might say. He would find things slaves did incorrectly, and punish them wickedly. Many tongues were removed, eyes plucked, brands applied. When I finished school. He didn't seem to mind at all, after he stuffed it back in his jeans and we went into the store he showed me how to buy tokens and took me into the back where there were movie booth, I was amazed, he directed me to a both and said he would be in the one next to mine, we watched movies and after about an hour we headed out. after we got back to our cars he asked if I was horny and if i like it in there, I kinda felt like were frinds by that point so I just said yeah with a big dumb grin. he. Then she tells me he droped in for a coffee on his lunch break and they were talking about sex but he was nervous spilled his coffee and said he had to go back to work, they were talking about what he would like to do to her but she said it was all talk . then she arranged for him to call again when i was collecting the k**s from school she told me he was coming down to talk about stoping the sexy chat & banter in work so i said he is not interested in talking about work he is coming down with. Then I went home. Then I couldn’t get to see him for a few days, and after some 3 weeks he rang our door bell and asked for a cloth that had fallen from his balcony to ours. I went outside and fetched it for him. I enquired about him and that’s when I got to know that he is a servant on the house just above mine, and that to a full time one.His strong manly built and big arms were my primary focal attention, and don’t know why, but every alternate second I kept looking at them, which was liable.