All I know is that I would bedelivered to some mansion and put to work, terrified that la Migra wouldfind and deport me. I was so terrified about bein... caught, that not onlywas I a great housekeeper for several homes, but I was willing to doANYTHING to keep the homeowners happy with my services.I also spent time living out my sex doll fantasy. A simple command leftme unable to move, see or hear, so I would be delivered to a home as aninanimate object and literally dolled up and used as a sex. He looked like he was waiting to see if my robe was going to part any farther.I almost yelled at him. But that would be silly. My pussy was, after all, the subject that he had come in here to discuss. And he was a teenage boy. From what I had heard, I gather that the only two things that they think about are cars and pussy.I tried to ignore his glances at my legs. After all, I was going to have to try to talk him into having sex with me tonight. I started to realize that even though he and I. Some days you never knew what to expect of him. One time while I was in town buying items at the market to make dinner with, I heard someone mention he was at the tavern drinking palm wine. This I needed to see for myself. He seldom ventured into the town and the few times he did, the last place you’d expect him to be at was the tavern where old men sat under the eaves exchanging tobacco smoke and yammering about how dire life was while watching urchins play in the street. They were all in the. He had managed to get all but about three inches ofhis large cock into her mouth and throat. He held her against him for a long time before finally relaxingand letting her sit up. She sat back, gasping and coughing andlooking at him through her tears accusingly. He smiled down ather and said, "Not bad, cunt. Don't worry. You're going to getbetter." Then he pulled her back down and pointed out a few dropsof cum on his belly that she had missed and made her lick themup. While she was cleaning.