On the one hand there was her "baby face", as he liked to call it, that gave off the radiance of innocence and an image of the girl next door, and on ...he other there was a girl with this giant visible tattoo and all these piercings, which had only grown in count in the past few months.The other major change came from the fact that she was now five months pregnant. It was not a shock when she found out, since he had taken her off the pill about half a year after she moved in with him. What was a. “Tell me slave …. Do you want to drink my piss or masturbate me…tell me or it will be both”.Her voice was quite “ masturbate” she almost whispered.I smiled. “ Louder slave, tell me”.“I will masturbate you” She said slightly louder.“No, say I want to masturbate you Master” I ordered.She was close to breaking down emotionally but said “I want to masturbate you Master”“Good” I said and opened my robe and moved against the bars.She came closer and reached her hand out tentatively and gripped my. As we approached the door it seemed to know when to open, a hand reached out and grabbed me and he helped push me in. The hand belonged to a black man and the next thing I saw where two others in the front room with sneers on their faces. Who she belong to one of them asked. I thought What ? What the hell was that supposed to mean? My hubby said I was an old ex-girlfriend who wanted to get into the business and he thought this would be were a good intro would be. I whispered what business? He. I didn't but I really think she would have watched. And, no doubt, enjoyed it thoroughly. What really got this story started began on a Saturday afternoon when I was eating a sandwich for lunch and mom was outside on the patio cleaning the glass slider, spraying it and wiping the pane with towels. She had on some worn denim jeans and a red button-up blouse that was only buttoned about halfway up and open enough that her full, heavy breasts showed almost to her nipples. As she cleaned the glass,.