“This is mostly innuendo and surmise. Very little was provable until DNA testing,” she said.“My great great grand mother was born on Bali. In an...area where dark skin prevailed, light skin was treasured. She was very light. A favorite of visitors to the temple, photographs abound and many bare breasted postcards of her were sold worldwide. An accomplished temple dancer she was 12 when the Japanese invaded.“The Japanese were dreaded because they had the reputation of murdering the women they. Abrams hands slide down my inner thigh and almost commanding he pushed my legs further apart. I watched as this time he dropped to his knees his face inches from my pussy, it looked like he was almost smelling my sex as my wet pussy waited in anticipation to be released.I felt his finger run down through the middle of my pussy lips the black material of my panties grew damper as it went, I bent my legs slight to open them up a little further to give him what he wanted.I looked down and moaned. Cruel. I’m sure Mistress Flavia will be pleased.” Now, I want you to stand up and follow me.As I followed Ophelia down the corridor that led to the main dungeon, I again admired her exquisitely contoured back and ass. She was very beautiful. It was a shame she was such a cruel bitch.When we entered the dungeon, I knealt in my usual place beneath the metal crossbar attached to a hoist in the ceiling.Then Mistress Flavia entered. She looked lovely, as always. Her suavely cut brown hair just. “Adelaide and Celeste are texting me,” I said. “But, we can go to the pub after dinner.”“We’re already in the car and it’s not going to be the meal I wanted to cook for you.” Jess frowned. “Besides, I’m an OK cook, not like Lidie or--”“Practice makes perfect, right?” I smiled. “So I’ll be your guinea pig through a few meals. Plus we got Nisha to comment.”“Right ... Nisha...” Jess said.“She, uh, wanted some one-on-one time,” Nisha said to me.“Well, I’ve got too many girls to make one-on-one time.