It might die if I can’t get it to drink. Dad said to leave the runt to die.’ ‘It needs the antibodies in its mother’s colostrums-rich milk if ...t is to survive.’ Rosalind unbuttoned her overall and stepped out of it. She hadn’t been kidding. She wasn’t even wearing panties. Andre spun her in a half-turn only glancing at her big tips and thatch of black hair. The huge red welt couldn’t be missed. ‘You’ve taken quite a bang.’ ‘But not the bang you are thinking,’ she sniffed. He laughed and looked. Her work is to clean the waranda and few rooms in men’s and ladies hostel. One day I heard some one was knocking my door when I opened it was my maid nandhini. She asked whether to clean my room. I said you can come after five minutes because I was not wearing anything only my boxers. You know boys will be in the hostel.She came with a broom and started to clean the room while cleaning I noticed from her back she was more sexy and making me more tempt. I could see her cleavage and my boxer gets. In fact, I didn’t see her for two months. It was just another English class, when Codi walked in, and it took me a moment to recognise her.Her red hair had been cut short, she was wearing dark clothes, and she looked deathly pale. She reacted to none of the gasps, even the one from the teacher, and simply went to her seat. She briefly looked at me on her way, and there was nothing in her eyes. No emotion. That look made me feel sick, it’s like she’s not even human anymore. Throughout the. She would tell me things like how she loved getting her hair pulled nastily by a big strong he-man and made to take filthy abuse that most woman would consider downright unromantic. As I grew older, I discovered that a number of really attractive females loved to be humiliated like that by these so-called “bad” boys in ways that made my blood boil in anger at their lack of compassion. One time she showed me her backside as naked as a jaybird with big ugly bruises from a guy that liked to make.