Her father had been a Latino man with a dark complexion; she had gotten her tan skin and good looks from him. Her mother’s heritage was from an Engl...ish/European background, so she got her light brown hair, blue eyes, and the femininity to her facial features from her.Kim gazed at her daughter’s face, studying the almost-aching beauty of it. Pamie had a habit of licking her lips….not just running her tongue over them, but licking them slowly and sensuously, when she was concentrating on. “Oh Rain Blair,” he says, enjoying how her name rolls off his tongue. “Just turned eighteen. You know people never get into my house, right?” Sitting on the ground, he tosses the purse further into the house, contents spilling across the marble flooring. “In fact, they never get past the doggy door.” He holds up a remote, pressing a button. The door comes down on her, pressing lightly into her back. “When it senses something trying to get inside and it’s not my dog, it locks you in. She'd first gotten acquainted with Peggy in math class. She'd sometimes helped the pretty girl, a friendship had developed, and through Peggy she'd met other girls " and boys.She'd taken some goodnatured kidding about not being able to date because of her strict parents, but she'd discovered that quite a few of the girls " many of them older " were just about as restricted as she was, or allowed herself to be because of her brother.Peggy Savage was seventeen and in the eleventh grade. She had. Liquid lust spurting. The spasm died. The jerking stopped. With a low moan, the hulk, now slaked, slumped down, crushing Belle beneath him. She can only wait until he decides to leave her. That happened perhaps about half a minute later. A grunt as he went. Another slap on the bottom. “Now go and hawk your wares elsewhere, girl ...!” Then he was gone. Once again Belle has rendered service. Such was the treatment of a slave-girl in Quireme.The necessary training was given! It wasn’t very.