She wasn’t sure if it was the memory of those orgasms she had or that she knew that he would be helping Natalie like he promised. Perhaps it was she...no longer had to fear enslavement or hiding her submissive nature but even though she was now a slave she felt more free than she had during her entire lifetime. So she was soon sleeping more peacefully than she ever had before.--A week later Brothel Whore 4637 was kneeling in her shipping crate on her owner’s plane. She was actually looking. ‘You know I hate that stuffy old room, smelling of camphor and old lavender bags. Besides she will serve up an old dried-out seedcake and her weak-as-water china tea and talk religion. I should be bored rigid.’ Mrs Bissell spoke up. ‘Emily that is enough out of you. You are growing too pert by half. But really Mabel, I cannot allow you to go alone, and, as Emily declines to go with you…’ ‘But mother, really I should go. The poor old dear loves my visits, and I haven’t really thanked her for. You always think about me since first day.There was some silence in the room.Bhabhi: Ok baba. Do it. But you don’t understand I don’t like this. You are a modern guy but I am not. That’s why I was refusing.Me: Common then remove your blouse.Bhabhi: Excuse me. Talk properly. Switch off light.Me: You are not the first one I will be watching.Bhabhi: You are really very arrogant.I moved her upright and started removing her buttons. She looked strangely at me. But I didn’t stop and continued. He thrust to her rhythm, long satisfying slides, while she squeezed in demand of pleasure. Recognition registered on Russell's face the instant Selia began to teeter on the edge of climax. He pinched her sensitive nipples with his fingernails and gritted, possessively waiting for his reward.The sharp pain of pleasure hurled Selia into sweet oblivion, drawing a guttural scream as mounted frustration and body exploded into indefinable gratification. Abandoning herself, her awareness centered.