She began to pinch and rub this and then she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Softly she moaned, “Oh, yess, yesss! Big B, that’s what I like.” ...She had forgotten her brother’s show and was now deep in a fantasy world. She pictured him there with her, running his hands over her breasts as he slid his beautiful penis deep insider her. Her knees felt week so she laid on the floor, her feet towards the door.It was then that Vedanti realized she had forgotten to lock the door. She wondered if Big B. Fatima had always been a confident woman, until she'd married Waseem. Waseem had emotionally abused Fatima and she'd been subjected to a life that both shocked and repulsed her. Waseem loved to watch pornography and spending time in strip clubs. He would take Fatima with him sometimes and force her to choose a stripper for a private dance. Even though Fatima hated this, she was also strangely intrigued and fascinated by this other world. Until Waseem, she had been completely sheltered and was a. "As her Master again turned to leave, Alicia called out again, "Master?" Yes, Alicia?"Alicia was silent for a moment, unable to put words to the question to which she must know the answer. At last she fumbled out, "What are you, Master?"The amusement in the knot of emotions grew even further as her Master laughed at her. "When you are finished with what you are doing, return to the mirror and bare your teeth. I believe that will answer the question of what I am, of what we are."Confused, Alicia. But, of course not, it was still quite early.I moved to the coffee machine, got it started, then to the refrigerator and reheated some of the leftover soufflé from yesterday. I took my coffee and breakfast out to the patio; I was excited and needed some diversion. The outdoors seemed appropriate. When I was finished, I set my cup and plate on the little table and leaned back, slouching slightly in the patio chair. A hawk overhead distracted me for a moment. So free and effortless it seemed. I.