I was comparing her to all beautiful girls that I used to fuck. None of them had this heat; definitely a woman is always better than a girl on bed. Sh... was so much an Indian woman with sindoor, mangalsutra, payyal and bangles just sitting in front of me and sucking my dick. Her mouth was the hottest one I ever had. I wanted her badly and jerked once I reached home. Next day Pradeep met me in the evening time again. And to my surprise he instantly reached to the only topic. He told me that. As Laura walked down the aisle she found herself in the domestic section. The majority of the domestics were women although around 10% were men. Each slave was dressed basically the same, in National Slave Dress. For women, this meant an oversized five-buttoned cotton short sleeve shirt that went down to their knees – most shirts were white but a few were black - and their National Registered Slave Collar, a rounded ring of shiny steel with four D-rings. This had been locked onto them by a. Karen sat up, handed me a tissue and waited. Not one word spoken from her. Once I had calmed and the mass of images in my head had settled I finally noticed Karen’s hand extended towards me. Instinctively I held mine out towards hers. With speed that took my breath away she held my wrist and thrust a razor into my hand closing my fingers around it. The challenging look on her face still didn’t fade. ‘Please don’t ask me to do this.’ Her face stayed defiant when she said. ‘But Bobby, I’m not. „Kann mir schon denken wofür, aber ich will die Fotos wieder zurück haben, schließlich ist es aus zwischen uns.“„Glaub nicht das du weißt was ich mit den Bildern vor hab. Was würdest du sagen wenn ich sie überall aufhäng in der Schule zum Beispiel. Oder sie weiterverkaufen. Kenn viele die sich darum reisen würden.“„WAS? Spinnst du. Das kannst du doch nicht machen. Sind das die einzigen Fotos von mir die ich hier hab?“, fragte ich unsicher.Er lachte: „Nein das ist sind nur Kopien, und wenn du.