” My new neighbour gave me a smile that could melt ice and reached out and shook my hand. “Thank you Mike,” she said, “and I’m Hazel and it�...�s nice to meet you too.”I followed back to her flat and in a couple of minutes I’d explained the workings of the boiler to her. “I’ve just boiled the kettle,” she said, as I was about to leave, “would like a cup of tea?” “Yes that would be nice,” I replied, “but I’d prefer coffee if you have it.” “Yes of course,” she said, “come through to the lounge and. "There is an apron in the pantry, and I still have theold uniform you used to wear. I would like you to put it on forGerald." Again she was giving me an order."Bien s?r, Madame Platt," I replied without even thinking, and startedfor my old room in the basement. I did this out of habit, without eventhinking.Did that just actually happen? Am I actually going to put on thatridiculous uniform, costume really, and serve her? Not five minutes agoshe told me without so much as the slightest. Love honour and obey was in the room with her, he had brought her here.ObeyBut this isn’t what she had expected.The hand was slowly proceeding upwards and the room was almost silent, just the sound of her gasp when the hand slowed or squeezed a little.Past her knee onwards.Obey, surely he didn’t mean for so many eyes to be watching as a strange hand took liberties.It passed the top of the material and was onto bare flesh,Bare flesh.It lingered to stroke the inside of her thigh.She gasped... ‘oh. Being caged and ****d continuously in order to make her 'bestial' enough to take the b********y of many blacks in a row to become a free-for-alls, delivered to the poorest and drunken ghetto negroes full of crazed frenzies of lust ,fully pimped and only thinking on their quota of 50 negroes a day 7 on 7,that and of course being coerced and controlled by the black pimps.These women experience long- lasting psychological and emotional problems, include depression and anxiety over possible.