She appeared to be asleep. I stood at the gate watching her. Even now, I found her so sexually appealing, so beautiful, my heart throbbed from wanting...her.She rolled over on the bed, her lush breasts moving invitingly. When her eyes opened, she blinked rapidly as if she couldn't believe she was actually seeing me. Her eyes probably had tricked her a thousand times into seeing someone when there was no one to see. Slowly, she stood and walked toward me.The first time I came to see her, she. ...It all started innocently enough, she had sent me a message on FB, saying the same old shit, take care of my sister or I'll hurt you kind of things, and somehow it turned into a full blown conversation, and nearing the end I thought I detected a hint of flirting going on, but I just chalked it up to my imagination.The next weekend I get another message from her, asking about one of my friends who was suppose to pick her up from the bar and take her home. Apparently she couldn't get ahold of. Within moments, brightlycolored butterfly or moth wings would spring from his victim's back. When shereturned to groggy wakefulness, he'd call out: "Hey pretty Missy-fly,it time now you flap flap and go!" And so she did, pursuing a clumsy,erratic flight with her unfamiliar wings. After populating his garden with about twenty butterfly girls, Tatsu wentout one morning with a big net. Almost immediately, he saw two of his littleladies trembling in an orb-weaver's web. (A delicious side-effect of. Only saree. – she was to wear a nose ring – her pussy was to be clean shaven – lastly, she had to obey every order & command of mine without hesitation. Any divergence from these rules generally resulted in severe & brutal punishment. One morning I was awakened (as usual) by Champa sucking on my cock. She was my alarm clock. She had her hair neatly tied in a bun and was wearing only a kashta saree & nothing else. As I lay there being serviced by my slave, I grabbed her bun and pulled it open..