Her sari had drifted away exposing her boobs tightly captivated in the peacock blue color blouse matching with the sari. Took a closer look at the blo...se, it had about four metal hooks in the front. Her boobs looked so uncomfortable in that extremely tight blouse, they seemed like they were trying to burst out for freedom. My own desire to see and feel her beautiful body made me go mad. I drove her to a Hotel where I had already booked a room for us. Once we were inside the room Aunty started. “You need these,” I reached for her cut nipple and squeezed the sides of the laceration together before applying several butterfly sutures, so that the aureole could heal with the minimum of scarring. “Over please,” I twirled my finger indicating that I needed her on her stomach. Groaning softly, she obeyed allowing me to repeat the suture application to several of the wider cuts on her back. On these open wounds, once the stitches were in place, I put a smaller version of the anti-infection. Let's back up a little bit. To what I did. "Master!!!!!!! TOUCH ME!" I yelled at him. And immediately covered my mouth, realizing what I just did. He looked over at me, with furious eyes, and grabbed me off the floor where I was kneeling, by his feet, and took me to his bedroom. "YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU ARE A SLAVE. YOU TREAT ME WITH RESPECT DAMN IT!" He yelled at me, the fury clear in his venomous voice. I started balling, mumbling "sorry Master, sorry." under my breath. "Stop. "You'll get your wish" her father had told her "But every day you need to report to us what you've learned and who you interacted with"His voice was firmer than she'd ever heard before. Lilian knew he was mad at her, disappointed even, and she hated feeling like that. Disappointing people had always made her upset, but now that she was an adult she couldn't deprive herself of this need anymoreFinally moving away from the windows to the dismay of the boys on her street, she anxiously decided.