I'm eighteen as I write this memoir. It'sgoing to be a short story because my life really didn't get interestinguntil three years ago. Life would have...continued to be pretty normalexcept for the Greenfield family's son William. His interjection into mylife changed me forever.You see, the Greenfield family, technically Abigail and Arthur purchasedme from my parents for an arranged marriage with their son, William.Crazy, huh? I know. I thought so too.So when I say my intersection with William. It was just after 6:30 and I noticed people started leaving the pool area and it was just me and a few other people. And as I was laying there with my eyes closed getting some sun I could sense someone standing over me and felt like my sun was getting blocked. And when I opened my eyes I was staring at a tall, muscular black guy smiling at me saying hi. He asked if he could use the chair next to me as if there were no other chairs to use. And of course I told him it was okay. He started talking. "You thought," she scoffed. I watched as she devoured another forkful of salad. Watching her mouth open, I shook away the memory of her earlier that evening, opening her mouth... "You thought wrong. All I did," she related through her food, "was let him see that it was okay to turn his own head, to follow his own path. To find his own happiness. Our happiness, together." She swallowed hurriedly, and I remembered her, earlier, swallowing, and felt ashamed again, for seeing her that way. "And oh,. Don’t permit him to cum. When his cock is bobbing at full attention, wipe your hands on a towel, start the timer then make your slave ?sing and dance?/?scream and writhe? by exploring his cock and balls freestyle with the electrified probe. He will try to please you by screaming with great enthusiasm and by dancing on his tiptoes. Encourage even greater enthusiasm by experimenting with the electric probe. Torture your slave’s genitals continuously until the timer shuts off the electric.