My markets include drugs and prostitution. You boys aren't any good as drugs, but you have the makings of good whores. You're going to learn to be p...retty, to like looking pretty and to servicing the clients we send you. You are probably thinking that that's impossible; that you'd rather die. Dying may be an option, but not one we'll let you choose. No, you too are going to repay me for the money I've spent and if I am any judge of character, you're gonna thank me for it eventually"He left. There were arrangements where we could get our own, but I decided not to do that. You are a pig ... do you know that?" Pig? Why am I a pig?" Because you paid no attention to the fact that when all that happened I was embarrassed almost to death. All you can think about is getting to see something I've stuck inside my pussy." Her last word came out as a hiss.She was really mad, and that bothered me. In the past, I probably wouldn't have cared. In the past, if she was mad it was her problem, not. I assumed Saul had her lifting and stacking boxes of liquor and beer and I decided I wanted to tell her to refuse to do such heavy work. I walked into the bedroom and she was already asleep so I returned to the living room. Hell, it was only 8 p.m. and she was totally out of it.When I returned to the bedroom that night to go to bed I was very quiet. I did turn on the master bath light to do my business but not the bedroom light. I was standing in the door looking at the bed when I felt my. Her erect nipples were almost black in their colouring. Dark raven black hair floated on some unseen wind, and her eyes burned red like hot coals.Her smooth-shaven pussy was the same strange colour of her skin. Her inner lips were a shade darker. Even in the pale afternoon light, I could see it alluringly glisten with moisture. As I looked at her womanhood, a bead of her juices formed and rolled down her slit.However, her otherworldly beauty was overshadowed by some noticeable, completely.