” I whisper furiously. “Okay, okay!” He says, holding his hands up in surrender. I nod, refusing to look him in the eye and finish the ta...le. Just as I’m about to walk away, he stops me. “Hey…” he says softly and lifts my chin towards him. I stubbornly look at the table. “What’s wrong?” I smile, still not looking at him. “It’s nothing, I need to go tell mom she can call dinner,” I say, and remove myself from his grip. I can still remember the sting of his slap, dream or not.. I’ll never say a word and I’m safe.”I chuckled at the situation and she began to tear up.“I didn’t expect you to laugh at me, I always thought I was nice looking.”“Good Lord Corrine, I’m laughing at the situation, not you. You’re such a little sweetheart, if I were 15 years younger I would be in line waiting to date you.”“You don’t have to wait, you’re who I want. Don’t turn me down and think I’m silly.”“I don’t think you’re silly at all. You’re a beautiful woman.” I said, adding, “and. ’ I said. Even now it surprises me that we arrived at a decision on a matter of such importance with just those few words. We never, ever broached the topic again. Mithu remained, and the pregnancy continued. ‘The next nine months was pure torture, the torturers were our friends in the campus. A stream of visitors descended on our home as soon as the brigadier’s wife came to know of your mother’s pregnancy, and broadcast it. They congratulated me briefly and then brushed past me to hug and kiss. When Master was fully dressed he told me to fix my makeup which had been smeared by both sucking his cock and kissing his ass, then to get to my chores while he took care of some paperwork in his office. His office. It used to be mine but like everything else in my life it now belonged to my tormentor.While Master was working in his office I did the breakfast dishes then started vacuuming the living room and dusting. It was strange for me to do housework like this especially dressed as I was..