You're only feeling sorry for yourself, just like the doctor said, and that's no good. Do something. Read a book or turn on the television. But Carla ...didn't feel like either one. Take a walk... But she just didn't feel like going out. Well, do something! So she finished her drink and poured herself another.Crickets sawed a mournful dirge outside, and the greyness of a day gone by settled over the house. Carla sipped, liking the dull shadows, for it matched her mood. But she knew that this was. Sara heard the crash and his outburst as she scurried down the walk to her car. She felt hot tears sting her cheeks, her heart pounding in her throat. Her hands were shaking visibly as she started the engine and drove off, her tires screeching on the pavement.When she arrived at her apartment, the telephone was ringing, and kept ringing until she finally lifted the receiver, then hung up. When it rang once more, she unplugged the cord from the wall and stumbled into her bedroom, falling in a. Me:mam please let me know what shall i do to please you?Leela: first you have to take a fifteen days leave from office than you have to come with me on my private farm house where i or whom i would say will have fun with you or treat you like a private slave.For fifteen days you will be my little dog yow will not have any right n your body or willBut once you complete these 15days without any mistake on your 16th day you will have a po in your hands with gifts and handsome amount of money take. " Not hide it? What did your Master do that showed the way he treated you?" he asked, his hand starting to stroke his cock."He'd have me kneel down and tie his shoelaces for instance. He'd tell me in a dismissive way that his shoes needed to be retied. That or we'd be at home and he'd tell me to take of his shoes and massage his feet." That's not so bad," he said. "Did he do anything else in front of your sister that was a little more revealing of the way you served him?" Well, one time Ken.