How could this happen. He was obsessed to the point where he was stealing my clothes. What else was he doing? He was spying on me today. I wondered wh...n else he spied on me. What was he doing. I imagined what he could have been doing and my skin started to crawl. Stacey was right after all, he is a freak.I laid on my bed for hours, with thoughts of my brother running through my head. I could hear him moving around the house, and it made me sick. I knew I couldn’t be near him ever again. I. .. my husband... " I know all about your husband, Molly. I've seen him and some blonde bimbo at a cocktail lounge several times. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her."When she was finished Dutch once again presented his engorged prick to Molly. "Don't pay any attention to her Molly, just suck my dick and we'll all be happy."Not fully understanding what he meant, she took him back into her mouth and as her tongue swirled around his bulbous head, she thought she was safe as long as she. ‘Maybe.’ Samantha stepped boldly up to him and teased his lips with her own. John moved his hands along her ribs until they gently cupped the sides of her breasts. He felt her murmur in approval before he pulled away. There was a time and place for courtship and the worksite definitely shouldn’t be one of them. Samantha’s eyes silently agreed in his tact and he sensed that he had earned another nugget of her respect. ‘So, any idea when we can go out again?’ he asked. ‘You owe me, after all.’. "I have many slaves to sell and I shall have to feed this one until I get the chance to put her in an auction. I couldn't do that for less than twenty-five percent."Cala swore at him in some African language. Jalile did not understand the words, but there was no mistaking the tone of voice.Whish ... THWACK!The dog whip curled lovingly round her ample arse and the tip curled on to her lower belly. The stroke must have been painful, for he had much experience of whipping slaves, but she made.