A slight appearance of foam was visible around the mouth, and he breathed painfully, and with extreme difficulty.Villefort seemed stupefied with aston...shment, and remained gazing intently on the scene before him without uttering a word. He had not seen Morrel. After a moment of dumb contemplation, during which his face became pale and his hair seemed to stand on end, he sprang towards the door, crying out, "Doctor, doctor! come instantly, pray come!" Madame, madame!" cried Valentine, calling. Then, kneeling, I addressed her."Yes, Miss?" I said, my eyes focused on the floor, submissively. "How may your sissy slave boy serve you?" I recited, already knowing the answer. My mixed-race stepdaughter - the product of an African-American father and an Asian mother - pointed to the creamy mess covering her curly black pubic hair and motioned me over with a perfectly manicured finger. I knew better than to hesitate, and immediately knelt at the foot of her bed, lowering my head between her. After some silence.Me: mom, I need your advice on this. It is getting difficult day by day.Mom knew what I was talking about. I had discussed this problem once in an attempt to seduce her. I had told her about my dry married life. And asked her for a solution.Mom: don’t make it difficult for me Raju. I can not talk to your wife about this. I’m not comfortable. You have to talk with her.Me: I’m not sure what you mean by ‘talk’ but I’ve tried more ways than just talking. I barely get through once. You are my precious. You must know, you are mine, only mine, sweetheart.Being behind him, by putting my arm round his chest, I told him in a whisper: -Believe me; I will make you the happiest man in a world. This is my goal. This is the thing I am living for.Running my hand over his back, feeling the warmth of his body, I noticed that he is listening to me with bathed breath. I wanted to make few photos of him. Tying his eyes again, I sensed a great power under him. He wasn't nervous as he was.