’ Kat felt herself flush. ‘Oh my. Trace, I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m glad Kat was being sweet to ya.’ The pair continued ...ith their conversation and Kat excused herself to throw on a pair of Capri’s and a bra. She felt much better since she was partially clothed. Back in the kitchen, Trace was making ready to go mow. ‘Thanks darlin’, for the coffee. It was good.’ Trace tipped his hat. ‘You’re welcome. Thanks for stopping by.’ Kat refilled her cup once more. Gram had made her. She very nearly left me. She was in no way prepared for life as the caretaker of a paralyzed invalid. I recovered, our relationship continued, but in many ways things were never the same again.Joan kept working after we married, but it was more pastime than career. Facing the mountain of hospital bills, with a mixture of inspiration, desperation and an inflated resume, she moved, in a single step, from salesclerk to manager. She changed. She became tougher, more independent, driven to control. It didn't surprise me none when, as we were walking through the doors, two of the security guards were standing there, watching our departure. I knew you must have acknowledged their presence for they both nodded and smiled. Damn men. Fuck y'all... Cleared of the building, you tried walking in one direction, I in another. A quick bit of self-correcting and I was back in my rightful place a couple of paces behind you -- still juggling that tall ladder. We rounded the corner, the one that housed. Once Slavecunt finished rubbing urine all over her body to wash off the depilatory cream Sophia instructed her on what to do next “Slavecunt I want you to lean forward and start licking my cunt”. Reluctantly Slavecunt leaned forward and tentatively at first began to lick and Sophia’s cunt initially it had the same vile taste as the urine she had swallowed, then she remembered Sophia’s expectation of enthusiasm, she shuddered at the thought of what might be done to her if she was not thought to.