.”Well, I wasn't there to clean up a dirty slave-girl's piss. But I didn't really want Patricia to beat her again. Then I remembered the telephone i... the corner. I called up for a slave to come down to the cellar.The slave-girl who appeared also looked frightened. But she'd brought a bucket with a cloth. I pointed to a faucet in the corner.“Clean this girl up, “ I ordered. “If Miss Madeira asks then tell her what I ordered. But if she doesn't ask, then no need to say anything. Understand?”The. She was looking much more beautiful than before i gave a look at her from her eyes to toe.. she has great pair of boobs ( . ) ( . ) .. waist little fat having right amount of flesh which makes her look chubbyAnd ass( ; ) to die for.. i liked moti women like her.. i saw her pussy, it was covered little pussy hairs on it..She- Sorry yeh saaf nai kiya hai (shaved pussy).. 2 weeks se jyada ho gayaI – i like the way u are..mujhe chut par bal ache lagte hain..I started licking her pusssy lips ,. Even the blonde-haired cutie at Baskin-Robbins over at the food court wanted to tempt you when you were getting ice cream." Stephanie as she gushed."I know right. While we were at American Eagle Outfitters and you were shopping for cute lingerie, I saw this one dark-haired, blue-green eyed white boy in the changing room. Girl, I could wash two loads of laundry on those abs." I replied.As I said, it didn't bother me that a white girl like Stephanie was into black men; I wasn't even offended at. See you Wednesday.Carl hung up before she could even say a word. Sat down again and put her face in her hands. Tears would not come this time. She was beginning to be resigned to her fate. He knew exactly how to mold her to his will. She knew what Carl was doing, but she was powerless to stop him.Her feelings for Howard had sunk to a point where she would have more feelings for a stray dog than her husband. All of this was Howard's fault. If she had to confront him when she was in Paris, she.