..Reaching behind her she managed to find the waiting right handcuff, slipping her right wrist into it she closed it down. The clicking of the ratche...ing causing her to jump a little as it closed and with it her freedom was taken...Struggling a little to move her wrists she probed with her fingers until she found the waiting grove of the thumb cuffs, slipping her right thumb into the groove her fingers struggled a moment to close the shackle down. When it closed, it closed quicker than she. They swirled into a sheath of emerald, drawn by my desperation. I rushed closer and closer to Zanyia.She lay still. Unmoving.Purple burst around me, engulfing the horde of enhancement spirits at her body, biting my lower lip. She couldn’t be dead, too. Her playful antics danced through my thoughts. She lived with her emotions, embracing them. She didn’t hide them. She lived to its fullest.“Zanyia!” I cried out, hurtling down towards her in the wake of the healing spirits.The purple engulfed. ‘I am your master and you must address me as such,’ I said sternly. ‘Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.’ ‘Good,’ I said more kindly. ‘This lady,’ I indicated Wendy, ‘is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is not your mistress because you belong to me alone.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Hello, Florence,’ said Wendy pleasantly. ‘Hello, madam,’ she respectfully replied. ‘Florence,’ I told her, ‘give me an account of yourself.’ So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her. Ab mai hata aunty boli ab tub hi toh dekha muje toh mai bola kuhd he dek lo agle he palAunty ne muje nude kar diya or mera 8.5 ka land dek kar boli yeh bhi tere jisa tagda hai but itna bada kese toh mai bola aunty yeh choda aap ke muh mai jane ko tadap raha hai toh aunty boli haa or use chatne lagi muje achha lag raha tha or mai unke muh mai jatke mar raha tha.Ab ham dono 69 mai aa gaye or mai unki mast chut ko chat raha tha or woh land chusne ke sath he apni chut ko muh par daba rahi thi thodi.