‘I just…’ I put a finger to his lips, then embraced him, whispering into his ear. ‘You don’t have to explain.’ Silence, then a faint murmu... ‘Yes, I do.’ I kissed him on the temple. ‘I’m always here to listen. You don’t need to rush.’ ‘I know I haven’t been very good to you lately.’ ‘None of that Jewish guilt bullshit,’ I said with a soft chuckle. ‘Oy, take all my little pleasures, you Dragon Lady you!’ he exclaimed with the fakest Yiddush accent I’ve ever heard. ‘Don’t make me get my whip and. Even without a child, Mazaki was a good choice. She was a classic beauty – not one of these westernized glamour girls. Understated. She was intelligent, quiet and well mannered. She was strong enough to speak her mind when called for, but knew when to hold her tongue. Too many women did not know when to simply shut up. Mazaki rarely spoke out of turn. When I took her someplace, she was well behaved, but smart. Not excessive and not a mindless drone.I had suspected when she was hired several. "I asked if you understand, you fucking whore!" he barks at me. I moan and try to nod. "Good. Fuck, your mouth feels so good, mommy. You're such a good little cocksucker," he moans. He gives both of my tits a few more hard slaps. I reach my hands down to rub my clit, so turned on by this sudden change in our dynamic. He notices that, and chuckles in a mean way. "Oh mommy, you really are such a perfect little whore. I've turned you into my fucktoy, my set of holes to use as I please, and that. But instead, I simply open the door! Gasping at my bodies incorrect action, a tall woman in robes brushes past my stock still form, into my house and beyond. Picking my jaw up off the floor, I slam the door shut and storm after her. Is this a robbery? A police officer? An overly aggressive Jehovah's Witness? What is happening?!Quickly finding the woman again, I see that she's slung herself over the first piece of furniture she can find, and is taking in your living quarters with mild.