You come home and walk down the stairs and see me chained to the wall my limp little body hanging there in perfect submission . I hear you come in and... I look up and smile brightly happy to see you “Master ,welcome home” you smile to yourself as you see my body come alive with my smile. “has the slave girl missed me?”“oh yes Master girl always misses you and awaits your return” I smile my toes curling at the thoughts of what your return really means, thoughts of your touch and the idea of. TO CHARO CHALE GAYE AUR BAPU NE UNKE SAATH WALA KAMRA LE LIYA , AUR DIWAR ME CHED KAR LIYA , DEKHNE KE LIYA KI VO KYA KARTE HAI. SHHAM KO BACCHE GHOOM RAHE THE , AUR UNHONE ANGOOR KHRIDE , TO BAPU NE KAHA HUM BHI ANGOOR LETE HAI , TO BIBI NE KAHA ANGOOR NAHI CHIKU LE LO , TO BAPU BOLA NAHI HUM TO VOHI KARENGE JO BACCHE KARENGE . RAAT KI BAPU NE CHED ME DEKHA TO DONO NANGE THE . TO USNE BHI APNI BIBI KO NANGA KAR DITA , AUR LADKA EK EK ANGOOR KO CHUT PE RAKHTA AUR KHA JAATA , JUB BAPU NE ANGOOR. .. yeah... I... uh... guess you are," he stammered, already feeling excitement in his groin. Stop it! he thought.They ate dinner, chatting lightly about the day's events. Before Robert knew it, one bottle of wine was gone and he was opening another.When dinner was done, Robert stood up to help with the dishes. He felt the alcohol coursing through his veins. He didn't normally drink this much."Leave them. I'll clean up later. Let's go into the living room and talk for a while." As they walked. She sighed as she once again put Jeannette away, this time becoming someone else entirely. This time she was Nancy Jamison, a single woman from Philadelphia who was moving to Oklahoma City to get a fresh start on life.Jeannette moved to Oklahoma City, and was put into an apartment that had been gotten for her by the Feds. She just knew they had wired it with cameras and microphones. She looked but didn't find any, but she always felt like she was back in the cells, during training at the farm..