Dark hair. Couldn’t be any more than… five months? Maybe? Just laying there… on that filth-covered floor. I looked around, but didn’t see anyo...e there. No one… just that child. I went to the bathroom, did my business, and returned. ‘The child was still there. I couldn’t… just leave the child there. Everything I’ve ever been taught told me to do something. Pick the child up. Comfort it. Stop its screams of terror with Love. ‘But I couldn’t. I’d sent my roommate ahead when they called for women. Seema was in tears. She was holding my legs refusing to let go.“I may not be educated but I know everything about the household. You can treat me like your servant. I will do whatever you ask whether it be the housework or the bed”. It was rare for village women to talk about sex before marriage.“I am a burden here. They will give me away to an old man who will treat me like a slave and beat me up at every chance he got. I beg you. Please pity me”.I then told her about Jenny who I dearly loved.. Would the world come to anend if you dolled yourself up a bit more often?"She's right, of course. Now's the ideal time to step out in a posh frockand stiletto heels.Fortunately I can lay my hands on three pairs of clean, dry jeans. But Istill need to choose enough other clothes for four different outfits; I'monly taking an overnight bag, so everything will have to be light andeasily folded. Shoes, underwear, toiletries...and tampons, I mustn't forgetthose. Although my next period isn't due. I'm all yours, your little fuckdoll to pump into and sexually manipulate however you want, your coveted bitch. You throw me onto the floor, pinning me down firmly with your hands on my wrists. You kiss and lick on my neck and tug at my earrings. I feel your hands slide to my neck, holding me steady as you slide your cock into me. You pound at me, harder and faster. Slamming into my wet pussy, filling me with all your might, causing my juices to make their way down your shaft, making a mess in.