?” . “Sorry didi. Please don’t tell this to anyone.”“I need to talk to you. Please come to my room” I asked him. We entered our room and i...locked the door and asked him about my panties. He got even nervous and started crying. I slapped him hard and left. After that incident he always kept on saying sorry but I used to ignore him. One day mom & dad planned to visit our grandparents. I was tired so I said no. Dad then asked my brother to stay here and take care of me. After our parents left, he. Was he going to ask her to suck those small, dirty, nigger cocks? Was that the test, to see if she would keep her convictions to him? SLAP! Massa graced her with the palm of his hand, his love, and immediately she smiled in pleasure. There was no thought to the action. Her body was primed to his whim and will already.“But first, you need to put this on,” Nik said, smiling happily at his bitch. “A gift for you, of my affections, commitment and responsibility.”From his briefcase he took out a. Except Mr. Charter wasn’t the sort of guy to raise a swatter to a fly, let alone a pipe or gun to someone’s head. Suddenly, the wall of glass between them didn’t seem like enough. Think of it as an interview, he thought, trying to desperately to bolster himself. Tell him what you do and why you’re not the sort of dick that would pump and dump. Just not in those words. So he did. Slowly and with a great deal of hesitation at first, but he worked up to it, and felt a sliver of success. It would. Morning exercise, doing some planning for the islands, lunch, practice some music with the band and kids, supper, and more music in the evening, but fun stuff that we picked out of the fake book. Lisa and I did some more ballads together that sounded pretty good, but not anywhere as good as what she had done.About the third day out, Lisa came to me and said, "You need to go below and talk to Gina. She is down there almost in hysterics. She thinks that now that we're in the States, we're going.