Enter his room, he is lying face down on the bed still in pants and shoes a disgusting puddle of vomit in the trash bin by his bedside. I tried waking...him up, shaking him, yelling at him to go down and take care of his obviously drunk and passed out girlfriend all I got in return were grunts and growls, a fuck off, a stream of vomit that missed the trash and then back to face down on the bed&hellip, no help here. Went to my room, changed to boxers and a tee, and headed to the kitchen, this. Once a slave in this country-there is no turning back as a slave has NO rights ... no right to speak, no right to ask to speak. 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. Spill it or do I have to go ask my Mom?" I'm not sure if she would tell you."Heather was actually starting to lose her patience, which rarely happened with Mandy, who rarely avoided any sexual subject for long. She turned to go find her mother."Okay, okay. When I walked in, she was sitting on the couch reading the paper. She always looks so damn good. I still refuse to believe she's forty. Such a great bust, thin waist, and those hips! She was wearing her light gray leggings. She looked so. "I may have an obnoxious idiot of a son," mum says, "but I have awonderful, kind and beautiful daughter. I'll be fine." I exchange asmile with my mother as I run upstairs to grab the stretchy legwear.Once we're back at Nicole's house, I change into my 'new' costume,putting my ballet uniform in a bag to take home at the end of the day.Nicole's swimsuit is a lot tighter than my leotard- or my schoolswimsuit, for that matter- but it still fits fine, and when combinedwith the black tights, tutu,.