."While your two older slaves were busy tidying themselves up, you went to see whether Darya had got over her rebellious episode. When you arrived at ...he dog basket in the hall, the pretty young Russian was trying her best to clean herself up using only her fingers and the old water from the dog bowl by her side. As soon as she saw you approaching, she huddled down, cringing into as small a ball as she could. Her eyes never left you as you approached closer and you could see that she was not. I could feel Anton start to kiss my side, his lips and teeth working down my ribs, causing tremors through my muscles as the gentle sensations caused micro-convolutions and an intense sensation on physical contact. His hands played around the areas he kissed, smoothing, warming, relaxing, before and after his kisses and gentle bites brought intense sensations. He worked slowly down my waist, then over my hip, kissing lightly the smooth silk of my panties, then further down, unclasping the first. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Etta helped me, moving them down to her ass. Then she took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to her left breast. That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her buns with both hands, suckled her left tit hungrily and moved on to the other. Then I kissed my way down her body to her belly button, which was deliciously deep, and I licked and sucked it greedily. Etta sighed with erotic satisfaction as I did so. I had no clue what to do with her. The problem was I felt so depressed.It was like there was a hole in my heart. It was like I was only a halfperson. I didn't know what it was. I just knew I was not happy.I found my old teddy bears and put them in my room. One day I even foundmyself making a dollhouse from old shoe boxes. It was only when mom toldme I needed a haircut and I had such a tantrum about it that I knew whatthe problem was. I missed being pretty. I missed someone putting pigtailsor a ponytail in my hair. I missed the.