The cock was still as hard as it was when it came. So, this was the last time my cock came for a while! Kneel with your forehead to the ground and tel... me what You are! I quickly took the position and said: You are my Mistress and I just a slave not worthy of You. I just live to obey and serve. You are a Goddess that is to be worshipped and honored. All thoughts I had of having a chat with Marit to solve this were gone. Good dog! and she padded me on the head and left the room. I do not know. She is dam gorgeous with assets of 34 28 30 , with extremely fair complexion n beautiful bold figure. due to my good earning she always use to wear heavy transparent saree with a passion of exposing back and navel so her saree was always backless and low waist. When she used to walk out even a 60 year old man could not stop staring her bare back and navel.It was Sunday morning i was busy in fucking my wife i removed her saree pallu n was biting her neck in kitchen, she moaned aaaaaaaauuuuummmmm. You should hear her in class. She longs for the day of Joseph McCarthy. She is convinced that Nathan Bedford Forrest is the root of all that is good in the south. Our society is perfect because of him. He started the Klan and that keeps us a gentile society. She is a direct descendant and uses him as an example of all that is good; the greatest general in the civil war.Apparently she never heard of Jeb Stuart. Apparently she never heard of Jackie Robinson. Apparently she never heard of Brown. I shut down and slept.The light was back. Someone should tell hospitals that the beep that the machine sitting by your bed makes is not conducive to sound sleeping. But as the incessant beeping penetrated my mind, I realized what it meant. I was alive.For all I knew, Bradley had escaped and was at this very moment getting ready to kill us all again. How did such an inept dolt get in the middle of all this? Bradley, who was laundering half a billion dollars for the mob, who had me put a laptop.