This is a e-mail I sent to my master Max explaining my torture session he requested me to do.Well, I did it Master! At around 10:30 AM on Saturday I s...t to the task that you ordered me to do. That was to torture my worthless cunt and uterus with extremely hot tap water. As I told you, I planed to use a dishwasher fill valve from a old Dishwasher my ex saved to control the flow. It was hooked up to the hot water hydrant we had in the garage for washing cars. I hooked our hose from the hydrant to. "Why don't you stick around. Stay with us. I know you're going to watch us anyway. You might as well sit here and have a front row seat."Morgan blushed, realizing that I had seen her yesterday as she watched her BFF and me in the throes of passion. She plopped herself in a chair across from me as Marnie walked over and planted a wet kiss on my mouth as her hand went right for my crotch. In return, I snaked a hand up under her skirt caressing her bottom. "Go easy on her, Grey. She doesn't have a. They might have done worse had they not heard over their radio that the suspect had been captured. They stopped beating me and told a shocked and screaming Lucilla to get me to the hospital before I died and coolly got into their car and left. We somehow made it to the emergency room where the doctor on call another white guy took one look at me at said loudly enough for me to hear "Oh god why can't these black guys all just shoot one another and die and make this world a better place." and. I ate a perfectly prepared meal of gristle preceeded by pig swill and followed by a disgusting gooey mass which no self respecting savage would have deigned to consume which I was advised was French Quisine.I went to read but there was not one half decent book among hundreds in the Library. There was no hot water for a bath, no oil lamps merely candles, and I dreaded my bed time as I was sure I would share my nocture with rats or worse.And indeed it was worse. The Housekeeper had severely.