And you know it. You'll never know who you were -- or who you might've been -- before I changed you. Now, like I said, you're just the right kind of...girl to become a maid. Do you agree to work for me as my servant? To spend your life washing my dirty clothes, making my bed, and caring for my baby? 'Women's work', like you said." "No, I can't agree. I'm not a peasant. I won't be! I'm not Rosa Mara, I'm... I'm... I can't remember!" But she was just a peasant, she knew to her despair. . As we walked in the guys eyed Karen. All I could think about was, ‘Eat your hearts out, mates! She’s mine for the night!’ We ordered drinks, and the bartender kept coming over, one drink at a time, checking out Karen’s cleavage. No subtlety involved, he just stared down her shirt each time he brought a drink. I could tell Karen was enjoying the attention. She kept turning sideways on the bar stool, letting the bartender see inside. As she turned back to sip her drink, I saw what the bartender. I felt stretched to the maximum as he eased more and more deep inside of my rectum. I cried in pain at first, but soon I started to moan in pleasure.Jarrod grabbed my hips and he slowly stated to fuck my asshole. The mixture of pleasure and pain was intense. I reached down to massage his balls and he started to groan. He called me a dirty white slut for black cock. This really turned me on but not as much as him, because the next thing I knew he was pumping his burning semen deep inside my. “All we need are some words...”“And a change up for the middle twelve,” Megan added. “Now we need to get it down on tape, where’s your cassette recorder?”I passed her my little recorder, she put a cassette in, and nodded to me as she pressed the ‘record’ button. I played through my new tune several times, scat singing an improvise melody. By the time I had gone through the progression four times, it was starting to sound pretty good; still a long, long way from even being ready for playing at a.