You could protect me….keep me safe.”“Safe from what?” I asked.“My dad said that he’d kill me if I ever told anyone. Me and Reese.” Reese...was her little sister. My stomach lurched. Reese had just turned ten last summer. Was Tory using her now?“I was willing to give you anything to feel safe. And, like I said, I saw you fuck a slave in your back yard when I was nine. I had come over to borrow some eggs for a cake my mom was making, and you didn’t answer the door. So, like a stupid kid, I wandered. There was no impatience, no frustration, no annoyance. Not yet.“Yes, Mistress,” I said finally, though the voice didn’t sound like my own. It sounded far away, distant, as though I was observing this strange scene from somewhere else, unable to draw line between the self that I knew and the kneeling, timid little girl that I saw before me.Ms. Hunter moved to the white chair beside me and lowered herself down to a sitting position. Her movements were graceful, precise, mathematical. As she. She said "it should be done - I am doing it for you good — afterwards it will be very nice to you". So I removed my hand and she slowly pushed my foreskin fully back. She held it at the end of my shaft for sometime and again slowly pulled it to the front. She did this several times. After sometime my foreskin slid on my shaft front and back easily and without any pain and I got a nice feeling out of it... Aunty asked me "have you taken out your Indhriya (Tamil word for semen) previously?". I. . I’m sitting here torturing myself.”Donna waved down May – who Donna was looking forward to debauching later that evening.“Coffee?” Donna raised an eyebrow toward Evangeline.“Yes, please, Milady.”“Coffee service for two, May.”Once they had their coffee and were sipping away, Donna said, “Didn’t see you at supper last night.”“No, Milady, you didn’t. I ate in my room.”Donna looked at Evangeline, the question plain on her face.“Permission to speak freely?”“Certainly, Evangeline. When it comes.