The curse was broken. I felt oddly at peace, even knowing that he had retained so much power for so long. Brenda's response upon awakening, however, c...ncerned me."Don't you want to know?" I whispered into the top of her head. "Aren't you curious?"She shivered again. "Yes, of course," she said softly. "But please, Freddy... Please don't tell me." I drew back slightly and tried to look at her, but she just pressed her face more tightly into my chest and refused to meet my eyes. "I am your slave,". And since you’re so fluent in the language couldn’t you assist personally me in any way?” She smirked at me when I finished and tossed her dark hair back behind her shoulder. She knew I was up to something, but I wasn’t sure if she was aware of my true intentions. What happened next took me by a complete blindside. Mrs. Silva walked past her desk then past me. I turned around and watched her as she shut the door and closed the blinds. I gave her a quizzical look, and she simply responded “Cut. He had the deepest brown eyes you would ever see. I ate and I went up to room. It still looked like it did when I lived here. I was pretty sure my mom thought I would kill her if she touched any of my stuff. I put my bags in my closet and I decided to take a shower. I took off my clothes and got into the shower. The hot water cascading down my breasts felt so good. I've never told anyone this but my Uncle Roland made me so horny. My hand trailed down towards my breasts. I pinched my nipples and. Its girth was wider than her mother's hand; even though her mother hadlarge hands. Its knots and twists seemed to be naturally made, butnature must have been feeling particularly perverse when it was formingthis bizarre looking thing. There was also a series of smaller knots onthe underside that ... Marie couldn't help but imagine a woman on herhands and knees, sweaty, being taken from the rear, grunting andgroaning as each knot tugged at the woman's clit before rudely beingpushed into her.