Denise looked up forlornly at the gray haired woman. She knew why she had been chained there and knew that the old woman knew it too. Was she expecting pity? She didn’t know. The woman, seeing Denise’s unhappy eyes, gently stroked her face and cooed soft words to her. To Denise’s surprise, she began to caress one of her breasts, tenderly pressing it against Denise’s body and then teasing the n****e to hardness. She smiled and, after patting Denise on the head, turned and left the room.
The stillness of the room was oppressive as Denise commenced the wait for her owner. She had no doubt now that this man was acting for himself, that he had also taken her sister, Cheryl, and that the purpose of his ownership of her was to make her his s****l slave. She feared what he would do when he finall
