I started banging on the glass, but nobody came to my call.Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound to the right, which was indicating me that the door had be...n opened. I jumped for the handle and stepped into a dark room closing the door quickly behind me."What do you want?" A deep voice called behind some dark blinds."Sir, my car has been damaged and I need to use your phone to call for help, please." I replied.Suddenly, the blinds were pulled up and a black man, a giant black man in his late forties. "Gosh, she has changed a lot, hasn't she?" Katrine said. She was referring to my middle child."Did you never have a 'black period' soon after you discovered make-up?" I asked"God yes!" Katrine laughed. "I used it by the bucket." Well, there you are. Realising that 'less is more' takes some time. You'll agree that she's developed a more restrained style since," I said and pointed to the latest picture."She has, and she's very pretty," Katrine agreed. "How old is she?" 19," I replied. "Her sister. “Our marriage will work. Don’t worry Emily. I love you too. Now be a good wife for me and push your tits through these bars.”The command was so crude, she almost grew dizzy. She didn’t even know how she found her voice to protest after hearing her husband say something so demeaning. “I will no-ah!-“he twisted her nipple in his fingers with a grin.“Also, since you’ve seemed to have forgotten them already, I want you to recite the vows you made to me before god while you have your tits through. It’s a wonderful yet a painful experience. I want to continue experiencing it, at the same time I wish it would end. My body was now playing games with my mind.I was startled by the sound of the door opening; I could hear my mistress talking to someone on her phone. After about 5 minutes she kept the phone. She circled me once, probably looking at me and evaluating me and my position. Without a word I hear her footsteps going toward the bedroom. The putdown something on the table, I guess a.