Then she turned bitter and I felt my stomach churning against her and I didn’t want to drink this girl. I wondered then if Mistress Atsumi was equally displeased, but I didn’t dare to look. xvideo No one dared as Mistress Atsumi remained close by and the leash connecting us declared me to be her property. Her expression seemed clouded by something, fear perhaps, or uncertainty, like the woman wasn’t quite so self-assured as she’d professed herself to be. I’d grown very yielding to my superiors at work, but with strangers and especially the Japanese women I met away from the office, I was normally confident and perhaps arrogant with my background and education.
