? ?Good. Now do you want me to carry on with what I was doing?? ?Y-yes? ?And what would you do for me if I was to carry on?? ... ?Anything? I answered wishing that I didn’t feel this way but I truly would do anything. ?Would you call me Mistress?? ?Yes? ?Yes what?? ?Yes Mistress? ?Good. Will answer and refer to yourself as Slut for the rest of the evening?? ?Yes Mistress? ?Try again Slut? ?Yes Mistress. This Slut. She was breathing vastly as I am. Then I made her stood and kissed her on lips.Mom – ippovachum un mugatha kaatunga ( show your face)I made her saree in original position and I went beside her. I caught her hand and removed the duct tape. It was hard and she shouts. Then I slowly opened the door behind me. Once I left her hand I went out of the room, slammed the door and runner downstairs and went into my room. My heart was beating like Usain bolt.I then slightly opened the door and peeped. The. “Morning Jay, breakfast?”“Sorry, no time Mom. There is a fire around Suzie’s place, and I need to make sure that she is OK. Her phone is not picking up.”“Drive safely,” were the last words I heard as I closed the front door.What was normally a fifteen-minute drive took forty-five. As I approached, I could still see smoke lifting into the air. I parked a block away since getting closer seemed unlikely. As I moved closer, my level of discomfort grew. The smoke appeared to be coming from Suzie’s. I kinda wish we had a dog, though; something serious like a hundred and fifty pound mastiff with an appetite for assholes." I didn't see that .22 when I carried your stuff up the hill." It was in my backpack."For some reason, I had the feeling I wouldn't be sleeping all that soundly for the rest of my stay.Time goes by pretty fast when you're enjoying yourself, and Rhonda was good company. Taking care of her was hardly any bother at all because she insisted on doing almost everything herself..