I watched you in your bedroom. I had followed you from a concert in the Royal Albert Hall. That German violinist, Anne-Sophie Mutter ... you remember?...I had climbed into a tree where I had a good view. I saw what he did to you that night. I even heard the shot."Ellen shuddered. She remembered that evening. She remembered the pain and the humiliation, when Ted had beaten her methodically, over and over again. Finally, she begged for him to kill her. He had taken a gun from a safe and asked her. .. and if she was faking it... well she made a good job of it. Now I was about to take collection of the star prize in the raffle, the only prize I had ever really wanted. I had fantasised about this moment over and over....it was about to happen.When I was licking her clit and gently touching her G spot with my middle finger, just lightly dragging it across her most sensitive internal spot, I felt the heat, I felt the molten liquid ooze copiously from her, and I saw and felt the beads of. Just as suddenly, I broke off the kiss, sat down and carried on eating.I could see the question in her eyes. I ignored her.It took her about 3 minutes to recover and then, slowly began to chew on a bit of salad again.I looked at her and asked,''How did you like that, Rong?''''Mmmm...I like if you like, master'', she replied.''Good'', I answered, ''Are you wet, are you feeling horny, my sweet little slut?She was looking a bit confused...but she replied,''Y-yes master, I am wet and if you want. Au bout de 2 heures la lessive de la semaine est faite, essorée. Et je place tout sur l’étendoir. Moussa est allé s’asseoir sur la terrasse, comme si de rien n’était. J’ai du mal à reprendre mes esprits, je suis totalement chavirée. Ma pensée est obsédée par la vue de ce sexe, un gourdin noir, en proportion avec la stature de Moussa. Quand je le rejoins dehors, je perçois à nouveau ses ondes de désir masculin en approchant de lui. Et j’ai une attirance que je n’imaginais pas, mon être bascule,.