Just then, Matthew came charging into the room."Papa, papa, papa!" he said. "Horsey. Ride. Madrina." He was so excited that he could hardly contain hi...self. Rhonda was standing in the doorway laughing."You want to go for a ride with la Madrina?" I asked."No." He shook his head and then his little hands started fluttering as he explained in sign that he had gone for a ride with Rhonda and was on the horse by himself. He tried to keep up with words as he signed, but his hands were faster than his. After some time ek turn aaya aur woh mere uper giri but maine notice kiya ki woh apni jagah wapis nahi gyi i mean mere sath thoda sat gyi. Maine baaton batton me usse poocha ki tumhara bf hai kya woh boli ki i dnt believe in all that tab maine bola ki then how u control ur feeling toh woh hasne lagi aur boli abhi toh baat hui sab ek dum pooch loge. Baat karte karte maine uska hath toch kiya and she smiled and then poore raaste maine uska hath pakad kar rakha and uske boobs ko bhi thoda sa press. It was a sign of slavery, and useful to hold my head. He was not cuffed and grabbed by me the hair and put me on the ground like a dog, before the door of the cell closed. The cell was padded, there was a bed, and a mattress on the floor a metal toilet and a screen behind a large glass, and a camera filming in a corner. The other slave was naked too, he had the same kind of collar, but no cuffs. I immediately saw the torture objects on the wall, what looked like a straightjacket of an asylum,. I knew my nipples grew hard in that soft wind but I didn't care. The air smelled like freedom to me and I cherished it's brief scent.A door was opened and I was lead inside. She stood me in a tub, washing the scent of the auction off of me, the cigarette smell, the odor of others' perfumes. She gently washed my sex, exploring the soft folds with a tenderness that surprised me considering the rough handling I had been given earlier when I had been up for sale without my even knowing it.Did it.