Mujhe to jaise moka sa mil gaya tha maine turant kaha lagta koi nas chad gayi hai aapko malish karwani padegi to wo kahne lagi kon karega malish yanha...to koi bhi nahi hai to maine foran kaha agar aapko bura na lage to mai kar du pahle to mana karne lagi par mai apne se uth kar un k paas chala gaya or thoda jor karne laga to maan gayi or kahne lagi kaise karoge kisi ko pta chal gaya to maine kaha nahi chalega maine sida se oil ki choti bottle uthai or kaha aap let jao wo mere samne ulti let gayi. They will record every scream, every cry and every humiliation I do to you tonight. Yes, I will show them to people. In fact Mick is watching right now, say hi to Mick whore” he roared as he pulled her head back roughly.“H-h-hi Mick’ she stammered looking directly into the camera he had her head pointed at.“Now, bitch tell the camera how you want everything I am going to do to you, tell the camera how you have been begging me to hurt and humiliate you, to make you scream and beg for mercy while. The old man signalled for the slave girl to serve the tea. She obliged with very sensuous and graceful movements. She was the perfect girl in every sense and I couldn't understand what I was doing there. I was nothing compared to her, although, I knew I was the one they had come to discuss.I lowered my gaze as I knew was expected of a slave girl. I knew very little about how slaves were to conduct themselves but I wanted to appear obedient knowing that I would most probably be punished if I was. It was refreshing to laugh at and withone another, and a welcome distraction from his insecurities.He glanced out the door, where Trevor and Richard stood chatting withone another. That was another difference between being a man and awoman - as a man, he was always watching himself when mingling withwomen in a platonic manner. Was he being too cold? Too suggestive? Tooawkward?Unsurprisingly, it was much easier to just "hang out with the girls"when he was one of them. And being in the company of.