She was white in her mid 30 and wealthy enough to do anything she wanted.That day at work she had called the agency and told them she wanted a black s...ut for the weekend to use. They promised one would arrive at 6 tonight. She called her full time Mexican maid and slave and told her she had the night off.She showered when she got home and dressed in her favorite nightie, a see through short one. She was going to enjoy using the slut tonight.At 6 pm, the doorbell ranged as she got up and. …and that thought caused the loneliness to resurface with a vengeance. I was very thankful to finally fall asleep, for that would allow me to escape my own mind, at least for a few hours. ***** I returned from the town library with a sense of trepidation mixed with a sense of adventure. The adventure was clearly linked with the impending blizzard, its approach marked by the graying sky, the thickening clouds, the stronger wind, the plummeting temperature. The trepidation was clearly linked. "There there sweetie, nothing to be frightened of, is there? Those lipswere made for kissing not quivering darling," and as he sat helplesswith his hands bound behind his back, she pulled him towards her,stroked his cheek with her right hand and brusquely held him close byhis waist with her left as she devoured his tongue and lips in a kissthat lingered with a passion and genuine lust she had never beforeexperienced.When she was done with him, she smoothed his frock once more then herown as she. " Hey, come on now, it's going to be O.K." She dodged the issue gracefully, putting me back in the spotlight. "He really hurt you didn't he?" Her arms reached out again and held me. It was so soothing and gentle the way Jennifer stroked my face and whispered how it was going to be all right. So loving, so understanding, but there was something wrong. I just couldn't put my finger on it.Just then I remembered, jumping up to look at my watch. "Oh, no Jenny! We're going to be late for orientation,.