“Wow. I never saw you as the submissive type.” Suzi smiled. “I really am. Even the sight of you with that crop in your hand is getting me excite.... More than the sight of you does normally, that is.” She giggled. “I think I’m a little bit stoned!” “Really?” Helen lifted the crop and tested the weight in her hand. Gently she brought it down, and let the leather switch at the end trace the line of Suzi’s chin. Suzi stared at her, pupils dilated. Helen let the tip drop to Suzi’s throat, and then. I didn’t know why my fingers were locked with her even I had to refrain from her seduction.She teased her fingers on my hands delicately generating sensual and hidden desires of me. The film had several kissing incidents between servant girl and house wife. But I never thought it would happen to me by another female. Wondering me, Chathuri kissed my cheek forming electric shock inside me. I felt myself heavy breathing and flying butterflies on stomach.Holding my hand, she put her right hand. Did she deserve the scandal? Did Margaret deserve the destruction of everything she held dear, just to help me out? Would she even admit it, or deny everything and accuse me of vile perjury? The only thing I was fairly sure of was that she hadn't set the Police on us after all.One day when the trial was very much going against me, I lost my nerve and told Felicity enough to wreck the Margaret's reputation forever. She listened, said she would have to consult others, and I wept all night. She worked hard to keep it round and firm, and there was no harm inother people enjoying looking at it, even if it was her nephew. She hadn’treally given him a choice anyway, she thought to herself, as these shorts pressedand pulled her ass until it was all but impossible to avoid noticing it…especially for big sexy black men… She hadn’t worn these shorts because they madeher ass look so sexy though, but because it was so hot out and because therewas work to be done. Yes, she told herself, that.