... One day when I came home from a little bit of weight lifting at the YMCA, I found my mom waiting for me. “Nadine and Cindy’s uncle just died....” she said. “That’s terrible” I replied. “How are they taking it?” “They don’t know. They had never met that uncle anyway. But their parents are leaving for three days for the funeral. They asked me to watch her, but I’m going on the church retreat to the mountains this weekend. Can you watch them?”My head was spinning. I had the prospect of. It was nearly every two minutes when they were calling one ofus over to fetch them this or that. There was never a thank you. Theymade us alter their drinks several times. Nothing seemed to be up totheir standards. I think they just liked to impress upon us theirsuperiority.It was hard to keep a smile on my face as these long legged goddessestreated me like garbage. I kept thinking to myself that I was worthmore than those bitches. I didn't need a man to take me places. I wasmy own person. For. "I need you Honey, I said" and I went to her, lifted her face and took her lips. She was juicy and sexy and we started to munch each other hungrily. I pulled her to me and she fell on me in the bed. My lungi moved and my erection sprung out. She looked at it and put her hand on it. She started to slowly massage it and it became more hard and erect. Let me start with a blow job she winked at me. "Ladies first" I said and kissed her again. She took her T shirt off and came on me.Her tits were. I am your Mistress’ hair dresser. I mentioned to your Mistress how happy she was looking lately, and she mentioned that having a slave made her happy. Now between you and me, I could understand how having a well trained slave would make any woman happy, but you?? she giggled again, ?I cannot believe that you could bring happiness to any woman.? This was said in the kindest, gentlest voice, which of course made her opinion all the more hurtful. I must have looked as if I were about to cry, so.