Me: (in shy voice) Yes, master, I like it very much. I want to be your personal whore.Mr: I knew you are a whore from the start.Me: Please remove the ...opes. I have to wash my smelly face.Mr: You whore, you will not wash your face until I say. You deserve a smelly, dirty face with my liquids.Then he slaps me. Tie me to the bed and stuffs his dirty, sweaty underwear in my mouthMr: I am going outside to get some stuff. I will be back in 3-4 hours. You have to stay like this till then.I had to ask. She pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers and I looked over the area with intense care. She stroked her clit with one finger. “This’s my clitoris, it is very sensitive and rubbing it feels very good when I touch it.” She continued to stroke it a couple of times more, then said, “go ahead and touch me if you want.” So I touched her clit-button lightly with my finger, then began to gently stoke her. “How’s that?” I asked after a couple. It was at fullattention the whole time she was praising me and shaving my legs. I washugely embarrassed when she had me spread my cheeks so she could shavethe area around my bottomhole. Was that really necessary? Auntie said soand I wasn't about to piss her off.When we had finished and she had dried me off, Auntie led me back to thebedroom. Reaching in a drawer, Auntie extracted a pair of white, nylon,stay-up stockings; white cotton panties; and a very plain, white,training bra. The kind of. It's ever so old. My room is enormous. I can see rolling hills that seem to roll on forever and mountains all misty and pale on the far horizon from my window. The air smells so fresh and clean and with so many scents. Today, jasmine predominates, and far below me, I can see the bushes with their tiny white flowers that fill the air with their sweet aroma.I was so willing to accept Giulia's invitation because Tabbi and I had split up. It was definitely not my choice. An older woman where Tabbi.