A few minutes later she cackled as she wiped the raw areas of my back, butt, and thighs. It stung, but not as badly as I thought it would even though... thousands of raw nerve endings were exposed from the whipping. I had just opened my eyes to see Marge squeeze the sponge to allow my blood to drip onto the dirt in front of me.“Isn’t this great! There’s plenty left for the rest of the week or even longer.” She walked back to the car and a minute later she had backed out, probably for lunch on. I wait continued for awhile. I got bored then I fell asleep.I woke up to heels coming down the hall. I sat up and was looking at thedoorway when Marian came in a few minutes laters. It was akward.She gasp and hurried over to me. "I'm sorry I'm so late. Apparently theywon't interrupt me and didn't tell me dinner was ready till I noticedSorica standing in the doorway. We don't have to stay. This house isn'tworth it if you're miserable" It all came out of her mouth in a rush asshe knelt over and. Finally Ayize started to use some part of the Van de Eide's garden and then his truck, his other stuff and he could even used their refrigerator. Then Ayize started to give their dirties to the white wife to clean. In the meanwhile, whenever the white husband tent to object this situation, he was beaten by the black husband or his brothers and even by his 15 years old son.Finally, Ayize and his kin had started to make jokes about the c***dless family and the sterile white husband. The. Though nothing was agreed between my Slave and me, it felt as if I had broken a confidence, which John just revealed to my Slave and a few witnesses."Nothing else?" Just as I stood behind one of the onlookers who noticed me and looked embarrassed, Marnie reached around and pulled John's unstable drunk torso against her tiny frame. "Come on, you can tell me anything, John."He looked surprised at the contact and shook his head negatively. Yet Marnie wasn't to be put off so fast. She didn't know.