.. being my slave.. but all that changes with the throwing of a little rice.. doesn't it?? You will be his, but until that rice is thrown I own you - ...ind, soul, and body.. Mine.. and I have plans for you.I wait outside your suite until your bridesmaids leave, I am sure you are dressed, hair perfect, makeup applied to perfection. I imagine how radiant you must me.. As you look in the mirror - are you looking forward or dreaming backward? I can't wait to find out....After the fourth lovely maid. If you looked real quick at Sharon, you would think she was another of those rich-bitch kids from the white-man high school on Main Street, but a closer look would reveal the fact she was a definite mixed-blood youngster with hints of African and Asian heritage around her eyes and her full lips heavy with promise of pleasures most white girls only see in their dreams.“Now that the deal is made, I expect you to follow orders, young lady!”Sharon looked at the short, overweight older man with the. “Yes that’s what I want, pleasure me with your touches, if I fail to cum you will be punished” the command was made in a low breathless manner but we still knew it was a serious command. I was circling my tongue around each nipple as I sucked them in turn, then I would pinch each one and pull on it, not knowing what reaction this would get I was a little worried, my fears was set aside when my mistress was moaning more and more with each movement me or belle made. . I gently stroked her gravid belly while nestling my head on her shoulder. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes, you know that?" I said."Yeah I know, but it's nice to hear you say it," Miri said, capturing my hand that was stroking her belly and intertwining our fingers."You realize I can't get pregnant, right?" I asked her."Why not? You're genetically female now. Your body should be capable," she pointed out."Yeah, but women are born with all the eggs they will ever have," I explained. .