You are going to apologize to Entivala here, or I am going to break your wrist as punishment for your disrespect.”“Like fuc...” started the grea...y guy, but that quickly changed to a wail of pain as with a jerk of my hand, I rendered his wrist painfully out of commission for a little while.“Now, let this be a lesson to you. Always show women the proper respect, or one day you will upset someone who will do more than break a wrist.”More applause filled the room, while the slimy demi-human. Sandra had done a Cinderella act on me. She looked absolutely stunning, she'd obviously been to a beauty parlor because of her hair and new makeup. But I could hardly get over the outfit she was wearing, a low cut top showing lots of cleavage. Skin tight leggings and a pair of high heel suede ankle boots.I couldn't get over the transformation from when she left me that morning, I watched as Sandra walked towards me with both of her hands carrying shopping bags. She stood in front of me then. I couldn't refuse, could I? What else did I have to do, write? The first time she called me it was a Saturday. She gave me directions to the apartment the two shared and a list of things I would need. I didn't need much, she said. Just a bottle of lube, a pack of rubbers, and six pack of beer. I knew right then I was gonna like this girl. When she opened the door she was wrapped in a silk gown that Habib had bought her. She was wearing nothing underneath it. I could see her nipples erect and. My father laughed at my concern, and stroked my hair, and told me they would return within the year. And so my father left his household behind, taking with a portion of his servants as bodyguards. Two days I wept, for I loved my father, and feared for him. On the third morning, my maidservants, who wished to console me, bade me accompany them to the river, where they would do the laundry and laugh and gossip. But I wished to remain alone with my thoughts. It was a beautiful spring morning,.