I couldn’t help but let out a “Mmmmmmmm.” His hands were now running up and down my back. Then he whispers: Him: Tell me to fuck you baby. Me: M...mmm…fuck me.Him: How do you want me to fuck you?Me: Fuck my ass real good.Him: Does my cock feel good in your ass?Me: Mmmm Yes…Him: Say “Fuck me please.”Me: Fuck me please.Him: Now say, “Fuck me nigger.”Me: Fuck me…Him: …nigger. Say it.Me: Fuck me…nigger.Him: Again…Me: Fuck me...nigger.Him: Again.Me: Fuck me niggerHim: Again!Me: Fuck me nigger!Him:. Hi, this is Riya and in this story, I am going to narrate how I became a slave to my servant. Before going to what happened and how it happened, let me tell you about myself and my family.I am 30 years old. My family is from Delhi and we are settled in Hyderabad. I am married and my husband is a pilot and mostly, he is on tours. I worked as an Air hostess prior to my marriage. People say I am good looking and yeah, I am a bit proud of my looks too. I am very fair, slim and have boobs fairly big. You will have to wait and see.”Mary helped Sandra to get dressed. She was right; Sandra’s knickers did not cover her tattoo very much at all. It appeared at the sides. “I shall have to buy some larger knickers. What kind do you wear, Mary?” Mary confessed that at the moment she did not wear knickers at all to help her pussy to heal. She was getting used to going “commando” all the time, so she might not bother buying herself any granny knickers.They were joined by Jaqueline, who was showing off. We bought several pairs of sandals, flats, and heels—2-inch, 3-inch, and 4-inch. I’d see that she got plenty of practice in the next week. She wore the sandals out of the store. I threw the sneakers in the trash.We walked along the mall—two women out for a day of shopping. Paula attracted no more attention than I did. ?You see, Paula,? I commented softly, ?you look like a woman, you’re dressed like a woman, that’s what everyone sees. You fit in beautifully. That’s also because you are a.