" Ja, ju make goot babies Mr. Bill. I take care off little ones for ju, ja?" As long as you don't torture them like you have me, Svenda, we would be h...onored for you to be our nanny." Goot! I haff steady job wiff you for long time, send money home to help more family. I like work for ju, Mr. Bill and Miss Monique." I do believe Svenda likes us, Darling; so, we have another problem solved."I did get a treat from Svenda the next day. She was much gentler with my torture than she had been so. I'm glad she didn't want us to pour gasoline on her and fuck her while she was on fire! I got underneath her. She reached down, jacked me off with her juice till my cock felt like a fucking branch on a tree. I slid in, and we were off to the races. She was so fucking wet, Sylvia. Have you seen how fucking wet that wöman gets?'' Well, yes, I had, but I wanted to hear Al tell his story. It usually took a lot of d**gs for him to open up this way. '' She was bouncing on my cock and yelling in. This story was originally written sometime ago for a slavewho I became very close too. She was an extreme slave who was committed to Malesupremacy and serving Men. Subs & slaves with similar beliefs and ideas areespecially encouraged to write me. All are welcome to comment. DREAM GIRL She teetered home on her heels, her head in a fog. He hadkept her up late last night fucking her, and the uncomfortable hog tie he lefther tied in had made it difficult for her to sleep. Her hands had been tied. " she said quietly. "But do you always work in the office?" she looked at both gentlemen. "And you Mr Conrad you're never called away for a day or two ... or even more?" Well yes but it's almost never the two of us at the same time." Mr Conrad was saying. "I'm sure that Sam and I could work it between us."Sarah shook her head. "No," she insisted firmly. "It needs to be one person all the time, otherwise things can get confused; with one person thinking another is doing it, and in the end it.