“Okay, then,” said Cruz, sounding relieved herself. xxx 18 This young buck would get her off, and then he would look up at her, his face wet with her juices. For Sara, it had been a good week. “Say, ‘Eat me,’” she said, looking up at Sara. “I am going to leave you behind for a few minutes. Sara realized that she had probably taken about as much as the house mistress could give. He never administered a correction unfairly or capriciously. In her imagining, her gaze traveled down between his legs. “Since you service house masters, you will also service a house mistress – right?” Cruz asked. During that time, House Mistress Cruz made good on one of her promises: a pill disappeared from the slave’s daily dose of psychotropic drugs.
