Remembering the look on Mistress's face when her foot was on my throat was enough to convince me that all that was said was true. I also thought about...my life, as it flashed before my eyes. I also remembered my promise to God. I realized I deserved every rotten thing that happened to me. I decided if I was going to be a slave, I was going to be the best. I would make it up to my mistress and make her proud."That was the turning point," said Becky. "After that I did everything I was told to do. I was in one club in the early evening when the manager approached me and asked if I was interested in bar-tending. After telling him I knew only what I had observed from the front side of the bar he hired me saying I could learn. But I would be starting at another, smaller club on the far side of town.I was really nervous my first night. The good thing was I knew the dancers who also waited tables. Most everyone would order tap beer witch made it easy and the occasional mixed drink. This time, as he reached the upper end, he didn’t shy away from contact with my sex. Of course, he didn’t actually oil it. But he did thoroughly oil the crease where it joined the tops of my thighs — firmly and without rushing. When that was done, he announced, “I may as well do your back while I’m at it.” And he proceeded to give me a marvelous massage. I was really grooving on the firm touch of his fingers. He traced every muscle on my back (with a reprise of my butt), my sides, shoulders,. I asked her JULEKHA, MY DEAR SHALI, IS ANYTHING WRONG? DULAVAI, I’M FEELING SERIOUSLY BAD. WHY? I COULDN’T TELL WITH MY MOUTH, ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING? OH MY SWEET SHALI, PLEASE TELL ME, WHAT DIFFICULTIES YOU ARE FEELING? I NEED SOMETHING HARD IN MY BODY. PLEASE DO SOMETHING, I CANNOT BEARING IT.She uplifted her petticoat and dragging my hand kept on her pussy. I felt the pussy was neatly shaved and drenched with pre-cum. I pushed her to lie down on her back and parted her legs wider..