He’s a very busy man.”I sighed. I had hoped to avoid this. “Please tell him that Bubba has his history report written.”She faintly scowled. Sh... ran a neat house, and she didn’t need untidy thoughts or messages causing disorder. But this was something for the Doctor to deal with. “Please wait. I’ll see if he’s free.” She didn’t quite slam the door, but she closed the door firmly, making sure the latch caught with a click.I heard her footsteps fade and after a minute, a man’s footsteps grow. When it came time to clean up it was again a chore given to the male slaves. That was a custom I thought would be welcomed by 51 percent of the population of earth. The evening meal done with, and twilight setting in, the corner watch fires were kindled. The slaves all congregated around our bedding site, spreading blankets over the tarps. I glanced over at Kamita, who was in conversation with Savitra and two of the armswomen. After a few minutes she came over to us.?It has been a good day,?. It was a Monday morning and the ghost town hadn’t woken up yet. I had picked up Stephen from the city and slowed the bike down by my office. “Ready?” He asked. But I wasn’t. I was shaking uncontrollably and felt the anxiety shooting crackers inside of me. Silmiya would be home with her two-year-old.She would have sent her husband to work and the older kid to school by the time. Stephen briskly crossed the road and walked towards the house. I sheepishly followed him with second thoughts. We got. ' You are here for my pleasure, I'm going to train you like the slave bitch you are. Do you understand?" I reply with a, "Yes, sir," like an obedient child. He slaps me with a force that made my pussy very wet. As I get wet in my daydream I can feel my wetness emerging on my lips. My lover, my master, leaves me and returns with rope. He proceeded to tie my legs to my thigh and my arms behind my back. Just the rope alone was making me even hotter. He told me to open my mouth wide so I did as he.