I just woke up early and couldn't sleep, I have too much on my mind." He explained. Then he looked at me critically for a moment "How are you doing, b...y the way?" and he gave me a slow once over."Great!" I answered "Well ... I am a bit sore here and there ... but that's the life of a slave girl when she's owned by an insatiable sex god." I finished grinning again. He rolled his eyes, and then cupped my chin in his hand."Ann?" He asked a little tentatively, almost automatically I straightened up.. She said she was VERY turned on and just couldn't stop thinking about it all day. I suggested that we repeat things that evening and she readily agreed.After many pleasurable, exciting nights of this I just wanted to take things a bit further. I became more insistent about the fantasies and emphasized more and more my wish to see HER in these roles. I had her visualize the scenery, the events, the mutual lust, her lovemaking and fucking with these black men of my imagination, and I could see. During the "makeover" that afternoon, her appearance had gone from 18 to 23 in 30 minutes flat.Eventually, of course, the topic of conversation turned to books, though it was obvious that he was very reticent to do so, afraid that he would bore her. The result of this focus of discussion, however, left him astounded that a girl so shy and reserved would speak her mind so honestly. For example, Cindy espoused the belief that Slaughterhouse Five would eventually become known as one of the one. She hanged her head in shame.?You see, little thing, what you have done?? hissed Lars to her ear. ?We’ve got to clean after you already.??Fck y?? she whispered.Lars nodded, letting her neck go, and gesturing the other presents out of the door.?I’ll clean it quickly.??I open you the utility box???Yes thanks.?As someone pushed a button outside of the cell, a small armoire opened on the wall. She could not see inside, but she saw that Lars was extracting a hosepipe. She began shaking her head.