Her eyes drooping, just a little, she felt her lips swelling with blood, remembered the slap and everything else that had and was happening to her. Like the s****l creature she now was being transformed into, she murmured. “More…More, Oba.”
Oba looked at her, smiled, whispered.
“Be a dear Mandal, take those boots back to the bed, give me a few minutes to cleanse myself, then hip hop back here.”
Thrilled with what she was seeing and hearing, Oba lovingly, as Mal had done so often, reached forward and ruffled her blond buzz cut. She smiled.
“Of course, darling…Of course…Be right back.”
Mandal picked up her s*x boots, stood at the door, smiled at Oba, grinned.
Oba gulped, smiled. “Shoo now, don’t be long.”
Mandal smiled, walked through the door.
Time passed, Oba finished cleansing her
