I watched him pour my latte together into a cup, moving with a simple grace under his apron, tightly wrapped around his waist. His face looked concent...ated, and way too focused to pay attention to occasional unruly strands of blond hair escaping his ponytail and obscuring his vision. When he suddenly turned towards me and he noticed I was staring at him, he smiled back with a grin of someone who enjoys his work. The morning passed quietly as I sipped my coffee, flicking through my notebooks.. . Becka said? I could only whisper yes,... no,... I am not sure? Becka said don't worry dear you will learn and understand completely very soon? She was still standing behind and said to, Wesley you are a horny young man? I know you are, and Diana is a naked submissive white woman here to accept and be trained as a sex slave for the pleasure of black men. So command her to get on her knees and arouse your cock to ejaculation by loving on it orally!Come on Wesley, “Tell Her on Your Knees Bitch”!. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was strange. She dismissed it as just her imagination and they finished their shower, getting dressed and heading off to dinner. After their shower and during the drive, Chelsea noticed that her Master was oddly quiet. She tried to start a conversation a couple times during dinner, but his responses were short and flat. He was also quiet on the way home and Chelsea was starting to get worried. Something was obviously on his mind and she wondered. "I don't like it when you use those words to describe Ethan." I'm sorry, Rosie," Mavis began, "I just don't think he tries hard." She looked down at the ground."He's doing the best he can with what he has." Rosie moved closer to where Mavis was sitting. Her translucent holo image reached out and touched Mavis' journal book.Mavis instinctually snatched the book from her ghostly image and held it tight.Rosie was taken aback slightly as her sensitivity circuits kicked in. "I'm sorry, Mavis. It's a.