. they spoke english ... sorta.The paint was a success, the military/industrial complex bought the patents, this time Daddy presided over the sale. I'... really gotten ripped off the first time, the first lawyers made more off the sale than I did. Daddy was much more reasonable. There were problems though.A bunch of REMF Generals didn't care if the enemy could shoot down our bombers. They were getting paid off by the same industrialists who later bid their first born children for my paint. Daddy. I just didn't have a clue how much it meant to her or to Sally.We continued to drive together after that, Sally insistent upon it now, hopeful that we would connect again. Sally and Nicole, unbeknownst to me, had spent hours trying to connect on their own. Failing, they had concluded that if it were going to happen, it would have to be with me. My link was stronger and different than Sally's and it was growing stronger almost daily.I think we tried had too hard, and, after that one blip, we. No right to food or water other than sustenance. The Owner is a harsh one. Slave only receives the food in a slurry, and must drink all water from a dildo, in the main living hall that also has a cage for bondage if there is no work to do. The slave willingly was trained, and then sold. All proceeds to the trainer. As a slave, she has nothing. Nothing but constant humiliation, punishment and work.The owner is displeased and zaps her nipples, she dare not jump, she dare not raise her eyes. Her. My mom was 46 years old and a mature lady who had a charming personality. One day mom had to leave for a family function at my maternal uncle’s house in Pune. So she asked me to come along. I tried to convince mom to come back and stay with dad and me on our way. But she told me that she needed some time to think it over.We reached Pune in the evening and reached our hotel directly, where my uncle had booked room for us. We settled ourselves and quickly got ready for the function. It was in the.