Enaku thanga mudiyaatha alavirku moodu eriyathu, naan porumaiyaaga manaivi pakam thalaiyai thirupinen. Ennai paarthu vazhinthu kondu irunthaal, en mug...thilum kaamam vazhinthathu.En kaiyai pidithaal, naan kangal soka avalai paarthen. Iru itho varugiren endru solli, ezhunthu kanavan urangum araiyai savi potu mudinaal. Inaiku sema matter irukirathu endru ninaithu konden, ithu naal varai entha pennaiyume naan oothathu kidaiyaathu. Muthal muraiyaaga oru pennai matter poda pogiren endra aarvam. Are you always this insatiable?"Staci crossed her legs and leaned back into the couch as she began laughing with Denise, "No, just when I'm in a good mood. Oh, by the way, when I was sorting laundry, I came across a couple pairs of panties I didn't recognize as belonging to Jill or myself. I think they might be yours, but I'm not sure." They probably are. Lord knows I've left enough clothes here in the past. What did they look like?" Well, they were two thongs: one was a pink and the other was. At first I thought they were really rather rude, eying me up so frankly like that. But I could see that they were friendly, not being aggressive, just enjoying the sight of an attractive woman. And making her feel that way, I realized, with a little start. For the first time in my life, I enjoyed being attractive, with a trim, well-shaped body.Compared to Barbie dolls, I had always considered myself rather unattractive, with shoulder-length brown hair, average color, average body, just another. This seemed an odd way of dividing the population, and after some thought she decided, correctly, that the citizens were all male and the third category were all effectively slaves.On an anti-slavery site she discovered the details of indentured servant status in the Middle East and her mouth watered at the thought of having her very own slaves to whom she could do literally anything she liked. Female slaves whom she could degrade and abuse to her heart's content, just like that night after her.