"So you want your husband dead, right? No second thoughts?"Linda gathered her resolve and looked the man squarely in the eye as she answered. "This is...what I want. He's a bastard and I want out. He's not the type of man who would agree to a divorce." In response, the man just looked at her for what seemed like an age, before the sound of the office door opening made Linda spin around."I'm so happy to hear you say that, honey," her husband said calmly as he stepped onto the warehouse floor. "It. I hope you will invite your families and friends to join us so that they may benefit from the better living conditions.“I’m sure that some of you will decide not to return, choosing to stay wherever you came from originally. My hope is that most of you return and bring others with you. You’ve each seen that I keep my promises. You saw that I offered everyone from Iberia the chance to return, promising their freedom.“Ask the women among you. I promised that they could decide for themselves whom. I knew I was biting my lips to stop from screaming in pain as she dragged us back to their home. She al but kicked the door open and then dragged up upstairs into their master bedroom.She threw me down to the floor and dragged John in front of me.“ On your knees bitch!” she hissed at meI meekly got to my knees , wincing hoping she wasn’t going to smack me in the face.“ What does this little slut do that I don’t?”“ Honey it’s not like that”, John aid“ Bullshit! Look at her and her big. She feels a slight tingling and bites her lip. She looks at herself in the mirror twirling the brush in her hands, contemplating whether she has the nerve to use it on herself. She pulls down her pants and stands wearing only her bra. Biting her lip she braces herself a little as she smacks the brush hard onto her ass. A tiny moan escapes her lips causing her to want more. She brings the brush down onto her ass once again. She turns her ass to the mirror seeing the redness she's caused. 'God.