The door's outlines were plainly visible through the holes in the fabric. "Go into the room behind the door, and you will see a lever sticking out of ...he far wall. Pull the lever." She stepped through the door and examined the lever. It had been, if the tiny holes and gouges in it were any indication, food to many termites over the years. She gave the lever a sharp yank, and it broke off. A small puff of sawdust blew off of the end of the lever. Horrified, she stared at the hole where the lever. You’re my slave. You cooked for me and you’re giving me a foot rub while I eat. Afterwards I’ll decide if you get any food. What does that make you?”Maya remained quiet, though she started shedding a few tears.“What does that make you?” Sonia asked.“It makes me stupid, for having helped you. I should have fled.”Sonia raised one of her feet and softly caressed Maya’s face with her sole, in a mixture of affection and possessiveness.“Don’t be upset,” she said. “I’m not so bad, am I?” She ran her. . she was looking at me with relief. She wanted to tell me, too."Sweetheart, when I was growing up I knew I was different. I didn't know how, but I was different. I began having these (she held up her naked boobs and a little milk dripped from the nipples - my cock jumped at that and she smiled sexily) grow when I was nine. By the time I was thirteen I was fending off advances left and right from both sexes. Even Brad wanted me, I knew. The only people who never seemed to look at me with the. “I’ve been shaving myself for quite some time.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Soft as a baby’s bottom.” She took the razor up her thighs again, but this time she went between her legs and slid the razor over her labia. I winced. I had trimmed my pubic hair many times, and I had occasionally shaved it around the edges when I was doing my legs, a bikini wax sort of thing, but I had never stroked a razor over the soft stuff between my legs. “Yikes,” I winced again. “‘Yikes?’ You should see me.