” tabhi mujhe peeche se hasne ki awaaz aane lagi, maine peeche mudke dekha to dekhta hi reh gaya. Mere peeche ek bahut hi hot bhabhi baithu hui thi,...usne maroon saree pehen rakhi thi, vo meri baat par has rahi thi, haste huye uske gaalo mein dimple pad rahe the. Bahut hi pyari lag rahi thi. Mujhe ghoorta dekh vo chup ho gayi.Main vaise hi itna pareshan tha, usko hasta dekh mujhe gussa aa gaya, maine usey bol diya, “Isme hasne vaali kya baat h?, ek to main itna pareshan hu aur aap has rahe ho.”. Just let me in, please."Another pause by Katja. Then, "Take your clothes off."Apparently, totally confused by the order, Madam just replied with a single word. "W...w...what?" Slavegirls don't wear clothes in the Master's compound. Either take them off or go away."Madam Dupont still apparently wasn't believing what she was hearing. She just stood there looking up in confusion. But as Katja shook her head, and turned around to leave, the woman screamed, "NO! NO! Please come back. I'll do. I don’t really know what I was expecting it to be like but it was nothing I could compare it to at all. I lowered my mouth further down the shaft, I wondered if I could actually get it all in my mouth like John did mine, it was going to be a struggle as I reached into my mouth I Gagged and dad said “Take your time, a little at a time and then it will become easier to take down your throat” Well the good boy that I am I listened to my dads instructions,. He could be toughened and smartened up a little, but he would only go so far. Religious backgrounds carried so much baggage, after all, though at least his religion was civilized and aloof, didn’t try to convert people. Fundamentalist Christianity was nothing short of pure medieval barbarism and absurd superstition in my book, and it tended to spread like a cancer. Radical feminism was also a disease to be purged with fire.“Simon Says, wake up, bitches! Now, you might wonder why I bothered with.