The slave had never felt so pampered in her life. She got bathed, massaged, powdered and oiled. Constance gave her a manicure and pedicure, both of wh...ch the slave had heard of, but never had. The petite domme spent hours styling her hair, and putting makeup on her. The cosmetics didn't just go on her face; any slight imperfection, mole, blemish, or scar on the slave's body was covered up. Rouge was put on cheeks, nipples, labia and anus.The final hours were spent on her hair. Constance had, in. " Sounds fair to me," Greg answered."Done," Steve said and handed the man the two coins. "We want cash."Feldman smiled and nodded, "Naturally," he said. He returned moments later with a small flight bag half filled with hundreds. He handed it to Steve."Mister Feldman," Greg asked, "Who buys bulk gold and is as honest as you?" Why I do, young man. What do you have, a ring?" He smiled benignly at Greg."No sir," Vikki interrupted, "About ninety-six pounds in gold ingots, if the bathroom scales are. Tyrone asked her what was so funny.‘“Oh Daddy. Just a few months ago I was still in a Catholic school and the nuns there taught us to be good little girls and always keep our legs closed and only have sex with our husbands once we were married. Now look where I am. I’m lying in a bed naked with my gorgeous Black Daddy after he fucked me and now he’s feeling my body everywhere! They would be so shocked.”They both laughed at the thought.“Why didn’t you listen to the nuns.”“All the girls knew that. I kept waking up in between as if I was missing something. Somewhere midnight I felt someone open the door and walk in. It was Nk. I jolted up. Were you sleeping?”Not really.”Can I join you up? I spread the blanket and he climbed in the bed. Gr is sleeping in the front room. Is he? I had covered him with a blanket. Nt hugged me, his hand holding me. It was warm under the blanket, but this was special warmth. I put my legs over his. I could feel his hand caressing my inner thigh. I knew what he.