She remembered nothing between that moment and the moment she woke in the cramped confines of the trunk. A dream? That was the most desperate kind of ...ishful thinking. Less desperate, but still wishful, was the hope that it was over, that he’d raped and beaten her, left her somewhere or other. Odd how she could have come to such a pass that she’d consider herself lucky if that is ?all? that had happened to her, but she’d give anything if it were only true. She’d make her way home somehow, clean. . but I do know that Latin girls develop very fast into womanhoodMaty writes back less and less, too busy with her lesbian lover sexy slaves almost every dayMaty writes me rarely a confirmation, as "Yes Master Peter, I am your willing woman sex slave"Maty goes silent for a few months after such a short outburst of obedience promised to Master PeterMaty it's highest time to punish you and the two tasty teens very severely, teach you a long lessonMaty is still silent despite being here online. Harriet would not countenance even the thought of escape in one of her possessions so totally owned. Today was a bad day. But most were not. The girls got caned a lot. None escaped. They wore chains most of the time. But not always. It was a beautiful privileged place. Harriet loved them all. Dorinda could understand how easy it would be to accept and then love Harriet´s Island and those who dwelt thereon. She had Terry. Their owner acknowledged their love with approval. She did not sunder them. I was furious. When I went into work on Wednesday I told John about it and said I was going to get a divorce. He suggested that I come up here to his house in Santa Fe and think about it before doing anything hasty. But I still haven't changed my mind."Julie looked down and lightly touched her breasts, deep in thought, but about what, David wasn't sure. He hoped she wasn't going to put the top back on. Julie sensed his anxiety, dropped her hands to her sides and looked straight at him. She.