” “Is he not treating you good?” I inquired and she laughed like it was a joke. “No, he treats me like a little girl and I feel like a tool,...” she said and laid her head against my chest. “A tool to breed his child, his, his investment!” She continued in an upset tone. “And he has the worst penis I’ve ever fucked, I don’t even understand how I got pregnant! He barely had anything to give! I have to play with myself every night! He has not touched me sexually in months!” she went on, even. Before she got married to my eldest brother she was like a sister to me because most of time she was around in our house & Mom & Dad treated her as a member of the family. When she used to come to our house she would sleep with me (I was just 12 years old). In the morning she would give me a bath. It was so normal , a sister bathing her young brother and I never felt anything. One day she married my eldest brother. When they married I was 16 years old. She moved. Mistress checked her carefully has she closed in."Not good yet," she said in a severe tone bending down to close the lockson the maid's shoes *click click* "You must train more on these heels. Iwant you to move gracefully in them, because soon you'll be wearing higherones." You have to shorten your stride," added closing the locks of the hobblechain *click click*, "and keep those legs straight" *click click* thechain connecting the thigh bands was locked as well."Turn around," she said raising. As i searched for a tv channel kit came and sat next to me on lyn's bed asking what i was watching before she came into the room. i told herto never mind as i kept searching for a channel. kit smelled like she just got out of the shoewerand she was wearing a pair of short shorts and a long-sleeved button down shirt. out of the blue kit leaned over and whispered in my ear, "i saw what you and lyn were doing in the basement lastnight." knowing exactly what she was refering to i didn't know how to.