I take pride in my body and although nothing I have is very big, I take pride in the small slender frame and my small firm breasts. Occasionally I wea... tight T-shirts and go without a bra and on occasion when Kevin has seen me like this it causes my nipples to protrude into tiny buttons visible on the front of my shirt. I’d almost be embarrassed, however nothing would be said. One day when I was home from work, I was in the washroom doing the laundry. This was a chore that no woman likes to do,. “Master! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hit you! Forgive me, please?” I begged, as his anger was legendary for being easily provoked. I had just triggered it. Damn my bitchy Mistress! “Taliya, lay on your back and open your legs!” His voice could freeze a lake. Not good. “Master?” I heard what he said but I wasn’t comprehending it too well. didn’t know how he wanted me so I didn’t move. “Taliya! On your back! And show me YOUR PUSSY! NOW!” he shouted, grabbing my arm. “Yes Master!” I. He was more surprised when it worked. Sue broke him from his writing reverie for a late lunch. After lunch, the doorbell broke his renewed trance. It was Gina and her two-man crew. They’d met Vickie at the apartment and had removed the televisions and wall mounts. They had even patched the holes in the walls. They had both the old televisions and the new ones waiting just outside the door of the house.Once again, the two guys went right to work. Gina did a double take when she saw Susie and. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly.