Oh Christ, how can something hurt that much. Can’t you help me? I know that you know all the secrets of this place. Please, please. Please!!! Let’... start all over again. I need to take a deep breath. Here is my own private calming mantra. I’m not a street urchin and I’m not a plantation born work-slave. I went to a good school when I was free. We used to do rhetoric lessons in three languages, so I can tell my story properly if I want to, and I do want to, so here it goes:My slave name is. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some control. I couldn’t.I guess that’s me trying to obtain some pride. But then in a matter of seconds he stripped me of my clothes, he tied his belt around my neck so tight I could barely swallow and fastened my hands to it. My wrists met my shoulder blades in a not so gentle way. Somehow I still felt like I had some. None of us uttered a single word."How long this has been going on." She asked suddenly. I looked at her; she was busy wiping the tabletop."What?" I feigned innocence."You know very well what I mean." You're mistaken. We didn't do anything wrong." I tried to show boldness.She looked at me with her dark staring eyes... even in the anger they looked beautiful."Do you expect me to believe it? No girl of her age would go naked in front of anyone other than one she loves." We were simply bathing.... I was nicely serving them and they had heavy does may they were in drugs. So now they started touching and kissing. Kissing was so wild I thought of running. But my mam did not allowed me to go she asked me to stay with them and they need my assistance. The guy neegro put some dollars in my hand and I could not resist. Then they started undressing and rubbing each other f. They are in only panties. And my mam seema was totally out of control. Then they had so much play and in middle they were.