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At Daddy’s
mercy, beck and call part 8 of 14
Foreword:
In this part Diane listen in when Jens speaks frankly to Pelle
and she found out that he has NO intendancy to marry her, after all she had
suffered under his command. He was only using her for his own pleasure. He was
just taking his chance to play with a young super-obedient girl and have all
his funs and pleasures.
When Diane
told us about this part of her story, her tears fall in humiliation and
unfairness of his utilize of her and her own locked situation to continue to
try to convince him though she now knew that he wasn’t going to marry her.
She was so
upset the she had to make several intermissions in her story-telling.
I know it
is tedious but I haven't the heart for skipping it, sorry.
/Cecilita
DIANE.
I made lunch in the
kitchen for Jens. I was ordered to eat while I
prepared his lunch. When he eats I had to wait at his table and to standby in
order-position.
My mind was occupied
by the thought of Pelle as a visitor and I wondered if
Daddy had allowed that. He had allowed me to be Jen’s slave-girl and to that I
had no say. Was Jens really allowed to show off me to Pelle?
I could do nothing
about it, I knew, but I decided that I would tell Daddy later. I longed for my
Daddy. He was so predictable, so easy to obey.
I had never had this
difficult situation with my Daddy and I never needed to think if or if not. It
was so easy just to obey Daddy and anything he told me to do was always the
best for me.
When he told me to
run, I run and when he told me to suck on his man’s thing and instructed me I
knew it was for my own good. He educated me to do it right for my future
husband and Master, as he told me. He hoped that Jens was to be my husband and
take care of me when he wasn’t around. The thought of my fathers dead was too
frightening for me to handle.
Jens was a straw for
me to catch at. I was bound to obey Jens and to trust his judgment for my
welfare, but this Pelle!
//
In a childish way I
had always loved when Daddy had played his games with me, when I was his
servant and he my Master. Whatever he told his servant to do I did gladly and
with happiness and I was so honored that he wanted to play with me. I heard a
girl in school who said that it never happen that adult played with children
but I knew she was wrong. I had no persons of my own age to play with as I must
run home to Daddy after school every day.
As soon as I came home
I undress in the scullery and run into my father. I knew I was lucky; I had a
father who plays with me.
I couldn’t really
understand what was so interesting for boys in a girlish naked body, it was so
plain and nothing but her breasts protrudes from the body. Jens seems to be so
fascinated and aroused when he looked at me.
In my eyes a boy’s
body where more interesting, especially their dicks and the testicles that was
so sensitive and fun to play with.
My father’s was almost
the same though it was bigger and thicker, that I had to open my mouth much
more to take it in. I remember when he taught me to take it into my gullet, how
sore I was after he had brought it down there, but after much training my
throat got used to it and let it easily slide all the way down.
The firstly times I
had to do the movement my self, my father didn’t push; he used the birch rod at
my bottom to make me force my mouth over it. And further more he used
encouragement and praise to make me do it. I was young then, now it is nothing
for my, as I have learned to handle the gagging, even if I feel it from time to
time.
I had three days and
two night to be tested by Jens and I had not only to endure what he decide to
happen to me, but also to do my very best to convince him that I was his best
choice for a wife and a slave-girl. As my Daddy had told me my only asset was
my, by him, trained skills, my naked body and my obedience.
I was very proud when
Daddy praised my skills and my obedience, but my naked body had no value to me.
//
I stood smiling in the
order-position slantingly before Jens, who sat in his chair with only his black
t-shirt on. It leaved his genitals free in view. I couldn’t help to notice that
it was awaked and I just waited for his order to service it in some way.
//
My father had told me
that men constantly needed to be serviced by their females as soon as their
genitals were awake. To service a man, in any way he wanted, was the first
reason for a female to live. That was as important for her as her breathing.
When a female serviced a man she kept him happy and that is the reason for her
to be happy and pleased with her self. When a man wasn’t happy I female must
strive in any way she could to make him happy. “Men need constantly to be
released from their tensions and that is the reason that I train you so hard in
this, for you to know how to make your future husband happy with you. Your life
and happiness depends on that as it is the main reason for you to live!”
I knew that my father
was right and that he only had my welfare and happiness for his eyes. He had
said this very often and it was some kind of repeated guidance for me. I
thought of it often when I serviced him with my mouth and I struggled a little
extra for him, especially when I worked with my tongue in his bottom-hole, that
I knew I liked. A man must be kept happy and then I could be happy for him.
When I was younger I
felt sometimes sorry for Daddy and for his sacrifice, when he let me be trained
on his body, for the sake of my future husband.
//
I looked down at
Jens’s strong dick and wet my lips in preparation.
Jens took the telephone
again and called, as I understood, Pelle, but he
spoke first with another person and then Pelle.
- Hi, do you want to
come over for a bier?
- ?
- But you have to
promise to not tell anybody what you will see in my house. Do you?
- ?
- You can be here in
one hour and a half and I’ll have my slave-girl preparing some food for us.
Yes. No. Okay!
He hanged up the
phone, but now he didn’t sat quiet.
Then he looked at me
in my smiling order-position and ordered what he wanted, some hamburgers from
the freeze-box and French fried potatoes, ketchup and biers, many biers.
I took down my hands
from my neck and run
to the freezer in the garage and fetched
hamburgers and French potatoes and carried them into the kitchen.
After I started to
prepare the food I must come back to Jens, who sat in his easy-chair and
watched TV.
As I was taught to do,
I stood slantingly before Jens in the order-position, smiling and waited for
him to see me.
I stood there in ten
minutes. It started to ache in my left calf-muscle, as I was so near him that I
must be on my tiptoes, but I tried to ignore it and stood still and waited for
him to notice me.
I knew that this
ignoring me was a test for me, so I must passed it.
With a scornful smile
he put his eyes on my naked and up-stretched body as if he didn’t remember that
he had order me to stand there an wait.
I could see that he
looked at my up raised breasts.
As the elbows in this
position must be in level with the upper part of my head I also felt that my
breast was lifted higher.
My body was his to
play with. My father had been very firm on that point when he told me about his
decision to let Jens lend me. Your body is your only asset together with your
trained skills and obedience, “so you must use it smartly”. I didn’t really
comprehended what he meant, to use it smartly as I had only to obey what ever
Jens told me, but I was also surprised.
I never thought that
he ever had seen me as smart, but I smiled and answered him politely with “Yes
Daddy!”
- Run into the
bathroom and have a shower and than back to me!
- Yes Master!
I run away and into
the bathroom, adjust the water and stepped into the shower. I did a rather
quick, but thorough washing. During me dry myself I watch my body in the big
mirror. I saw the thousands of red strips from the blade of grass on my arms,
breast and thighs but they had started to melt together into gig red areas.
When I turned around I saw many read stripes on the inside of my thighs after
the canning. My Master was waiting for
me and I had to run back to him. But he let me wait for him in several minutes
as I smilingly stood there in the order-position.
- Now, fetch me your
little play-box!
- Yes Master!
He knew that the
entire “playthings” were in my suit-case and I run away to fetch it for him.
I never took a step
without of hurriedly running at Jens place, as I always did in my father’s
home. Jens had stressed that he wanted me to run for him and so I must do that
and also that he liked to see my legs running. For me this was simple, he
wanted me to run so I run and harried in every move I did for him.
He took the suit-case
and after open it up he throw out all the “playthings” on the floor before him.
There were the three
dildos, in different sizes, whips, three kinds of collars, leather cuffs for my
wrists and ankles. There were also a lot of other things that Daddy, let me
play with. They were all Daddies’ playthings and not mine, but Daddy had said
that they all belonged to me and that I was going to bring them to my future
husband, when I was married as a dowry. Daddy is always right.
When I saw that Jens
looked at them I felt a wave of shame over me. It felt funny because he had
seen my in any position and I had done many of the sexual activities with him
and not felt this kind of shame as when there was a risk that he could believe
that it was my toys.
Jens gave me the black
leather cuffs and ordered me to put them on my ankles and wrists.
Then he gave me a 2 cm
(1 in) wide also black leather collar with four metal rings. When he saw that I
had difficultness to fasten it back at my neck with the clasp and a small
padlock, he rose, ordered me to kneel, locked the lock and put the key on the
table.
I started to count
silently and rose to the order-position as I was taught to. I didn’t forget to
smile and stood waiting for further orders.
I started slow to
comprehend that he wanted me to behave in this way and I liked that he steered
me in small and easy steps.
- Put things straight!
He nodded at the floor
and all the things he had thrown out.
- Yes Master!
I quickly put
everything back in the suitcase and put it away, but returned to him running.
- Go and prepare the
food!
- Yes Master!
I run to the kitchen
and started to fry hamburgers and put the French fried potatoes at a
baking-tray and put into the oven.
When I fried the
hamburgers the fat from the fry pan splashed on my naked skin, it hurts. I
tried to hide but didn’t dare to take one of the aprons that hanged on a hook
at the wall.
When 10 hamburgers
were ready I put them on a plate and into the microwave oven, at “keeping
warm”.
I run out to the
garage again and took as many bottles of bier that I could carry and they felt
cold to my chest when I carefully run into the kitchen with them and return for
more. I put about thirty bottles into the refrigerator and filled the bottom
shelf and half of next.
Then I had done my
ordered tasks and run back into him and stood smilingly in order-position and
waited.
He was now watching TV
and had me waiting for surely ten long minutes, but I didn’t mind, he was the
boss and as long as he was pleased with me it was fine with me.
I saw that he looked
at the clock behind me and I didn’t know the time. I knew that Pelle was supposed to be there one and a half hours after Jens
phoned him, but I must only wait for orders.
Again I started to
ponder over the fact that Jens had decided to let Pelle
see me like this. I was very sure that Jens wasn’t allowed to show me off
before other peoples, but there was nothing I could do. Daddy had ordered me to
obey Jens in his every order and so I would. Beside of that Daddy was fair and
took responsibility for the wrong consequence of his own orders. He had never
punished me if anything went wrong, as long as I obeyed him, and I did always,
even now when he had ordered me to obey Jens.
Now I felt calm, but
just for a second.
Pelle, I was bound to be naked in my slave-girl
dress in front of him and he was going to see me obey Jens as his slave. I had
already heard that Jens had talked about me as his slave-girl.
So I started to fear
what Jens was going to order me to do when Pelle was
here to see.
A next worry was that Pelle was going to see all the red weal on my body, at my
arms, breasts and thighs that I saw in the mirror when I showered. Jens’s game
with me at the grass field had put thousands of marks on my naked body. I felt
ashamed of the thought that Pelle could believed that
Jens had whipped me as if whipping a person is more of ownership, well I don’t
know for sure. Jens had canned my thighs and there were red strips to proof it.
I think that I had had
a thing for Pelle. Though he was a kind of bad boy
there was something in his behavior or appearance that attracts me in some way,
which I didn’t know. Perhaps it was the contrast in that he was a kind of bad
boy and I was Daddy’s obedient and good girl.
I had had any contact
with him, but I had seen him often as he was in my class at school.
He had twice put a
note in my desk telling me that he wanted to meet me after school. I had never
replayed as I had to run home to Daddy and wouldn’t dare to be late. I was the
“running-girl” at the school. Everyone had seen me running from and to my home
and I had no contact with anyone except for during school time.
I wonder if I was instinctively
in love with Pelle and that was the reason that made
me so upset and worried at the risk that he was going to see me naked in some
minutes.
Jens rose from his
chair and stood up on the floor with his face in direction of the outer door
and with his legs manly apart. There couldn’t be much time left for Pelle to arrive now.
Jens’s dick was ready
for my service, but to my surprise he ordered me to kneel behind him. I didn’t
think, I just let him steer me. Quickly I obeyed him
and as soon as my knee-caps hit the floor I was ready for his next order,
looking into his bottom cheeks.
- TONGUE!
- Yes Master!
I was ready for that
order but still surprised that he wanted me to service his bottom when his dick
was ready to receive it. I throw that thought away. He was the boss and I
should only do as I was told, but I was a little worry, Pelle
should be here any time now.
Before all this
thoughts my hands had parted his cheeks and my tongue had started its well
trained movements at his tiny little exit. As usually I just started my tongue
movements and then it knews how to handle its task
and almost kept going until I stopped it. It was a technique that I had learned
at my father’s hole and that make it easy for me to let my thoughts think on
other things.
Now I was worried for Pelle to enter the door and se me behind Jens and
understand what I did to him. The side window at that wall made it easy to look
into the living room. I was ashamed now. I had done this many times for Jens
but now there was another peril, Pelle.
It was really enough
for me to try to handle the thought Pelle in a minute
would see me naked, except to my slave-girl dress, which was even more
humiliating.
I felt my tongue move
in its trained pace, around the muscle, lapping over it and sharpen intruding
the muscles in-out ten times and then out and around, again and again and
again, while I could think of other things. And worried, as
now for Pelle to see me.
/
When I let my tongue
move for my father’s enjoyment I had never this worries. With him everything
was so calm and predictable, no worries at all. I longed for my Daddy. I loved
to do this to my father’s hole, even if he from time to time let off in my
nose. I had got used to that and sometimes when I had my lips around his hole
his fart disappeared into my mouth and didn’t even smell. Father had the right
to do whatever he wants with me so that was nothing. I loved him!
Jens had never farted
into my face when I serviced him, but he was so young. Was he going to be my
husband and Master? It was a kind of a nice and romantic thing to service ones
husband’s hole and tool.
I had heard Daddy’s
agreement with Jens and I knew that in the minute that he entered my slit with
his dick, he had decided to marry me and my life was saved and my Daddy happy
for me. It was Saturday evening now but Jens had not decided to enter me yet.
I heard from the girls
in my school that it hurt badly when a boy enter a girls slit, but I don’t
think it could be worse than being canned on the inside of ones thighs.
I thought of trying to
seduce him to enter me, but what could I do? I must obey his every command and
it was not up to me to initiate anything at all, no I have to wait for his
decision, if he wanted me as his wife and slave-girl for the rest of our life.
At this thought I felt that my tongue move in a little deeper in his muscle as
to secretly mark my willingness to be his wife.
I didn’t see it as being a slave-girl but I agreed that a wife must be obedient
as a slave-girl, so what was the different. A husband could do anything he
liked to his wife as well and she must obey him as she had promised in church.
Wife an slave-girl was the same to me.
Steadily and in a pace
for longtime service my tongue moved in its trained motions. If Jens ordered me
IN, I had to start the in-out movements without of any interruption, but up to
now he hadn’t, so the other licking routine was on. It was not that fatiguing
either as it was different tongue-movements.
I didn’t know for sure
if Daddy had informed Jens of all the command-words he used when he trained me
for my future husband, but I guessed so.
More time had passed
and Pelle could be here any minute now and I was
still kneeling behind Jens.
In the same instant as
Pelle enter the door he would understand what I did,
naked and kneeling behind Jens’s bottom. My collar and leather cuffs would tell
him of my role as a slave-girl.
I could do nothing
else than continue until Jens gave me an order to stop. A new wave of shame
rinse over me, but I could only do what Jens had told me. He had invited Pelle and he knew when he would arrive and he could se the
clock. I could see nothing but a very close-up view of Jens’s bottom cheeks.
Now I heard sounds
outside the door and Jens ordered me to go to the kitchen and wait for his
order.
I rose in a hurry and
run the fastest that I have run in this house, I think. I couldn’t see Pelle, so he couldn’t see me, if he didn’t have a glimpse
of my naked back. I felt that this was only a delay. When Pelle
stood in the living room Jens would call my name and I had to run into the room
and stand smilingly in the order-position, as if it was the most amusing thing
in the world for me to do.
I
mustn’t not forget that my orders from Daddy were to at any price entice Jens, to
choose me as his wife. My
orders were to convince him that I was the most perfect choice for a wife and
slave-girl for him. And that I must learn to love him, honoring and obey him.
My Daddy was my
priority ONE and Jens my priority TWO.
Pelle had no priority in my father’s eyes; therefore
he must have none in my mind either.
I heard the Jens
opened the outer door and I heard Pelle’s voice. When
I recognized it I got goose pimples all over and a new wave of shame rinse over
me.
I felt so naked. Funny
I have lived my whole life more naked than dressed, but now my nakedness was so
distinguished and shameful.
I almost never thought
of my breast but now the just were there for anyone to look at. And I knew that
I in a minute, when I was call upon, I must run into Jens and stand before him
and Pelle in order-position, that I knew lifted my
breasts and they were on vulnerable display for the boys. I knew that my elbows
in level with the top of my head, as I was taught by Daddy, would raise them a
bit more. Make my breast more vulnerable. I felt a shiver through my whole
body.
//
My God! In Daddy’s
house everything was so easy, simple and calm, but here my feelings were thrown
from pleasant to fears in a split second.
I want to go home to
Daddy! I felt that I pouted my lips as I was a little girl.
//
I couldn’t stop
listening as it was the only way for me to know what was happening at the other
side of the walls.
- Good that you could
come!
- How about your
slave-girl?
- You will see her in
a minute.
- Is it really the shy
and demure Diane? The running-girl?
- Yes it is, but you
remember that you have promised to not reveal for a living soul what you will
see in this house.
- I promise! You have
a bird (broad) here so what? I will forget it when I exit your door.
- This is not any
skirt. I have borrowed her from her father on approval (on appro).
He wanted me to married the girl, but I don’t think so. No way! Anyway he let
my have her for this the weekend as my slave-girl. She has his order to convince
me that she is my best choice of a wife and a perfect slave-girl in the same
package. She has to do anything I say and as you know I say a lot. I heard her
father told her that he didn’t want to hear any complain from me when I return
her tomorrow evening.
- You are kidding
me!
- No, I’m telling the
true. He told me that I could do anything I want with her, anything, you hear!
I have absolutely no restriction of what I can do to her or let her do, but if
I fuck her I MUST marry her. I don’t want to marry her and I have never wanted
to. I’m free to play with her in any way I want. She is really obedient, so
obedient that you have never in your life seen it before. Just before you came
I had her licking my ass hole and she licks it GOOD!
- You ARE kidding me!
- No, you will se for
your self in a minute.
- You mean when she
licks your ass? Ha! Ha!
- Yes, that too, but
anything I like her to do. You know she has learned to do deep throating, it’s
heavenly. I had never felt it before. To feel her swallowing-muscles deep in
her gullet massaging your cock is unbelievable. You know for these days I own
this girl and she is even happy about it. I can use her as sperm-receiver and I
wake her up in the night when I feel for a blow job or a licking tongue in my
ass hole. Can you understand that?
- Well, buddy. I don’t
believe you. I have tried to meet this girl just for just a Coke after school,
but she didn’t even bother to answer me. I felt humiliated and for that I could
gladly have spanked her, but I had Suzie as girlfriend then and she didn’t
allowed it as she felt sorry for the girl. Nobody of the boys at school had
been successful with her. No, sorry buddy!
//
When they talked
frankly about me I felt more humiliated than I have felt in my whole life. And
I had to harden myself to be ready when Jens called me in to him, for me to be
even more degraded and stand before Pelle. I felt bad
that I had humiliated Pelle, I didn’t mean to, but
what could I do? I knew he had Suzie then and he couldn’t be interested in me.
Now I knew that Jens
wasn’t going to marry me and that had me those days here just for his fun, just
for his pleasure. He just wanted to have someone obedient to play with for a
whole weekend.
I had my clear orders
from Daddy and I had to put my back into convincing him that I would be a good
wife. I had to try to make him change his mind and that would be hard on me. My
common sense told me that he was never interested in me as a wife, but for a
slave-girl that he could use in anyway he wanted. A slave-girl that, how bad he
treated her, must bring him love, eagerness, willingness and pleasure in any
way he wanted. All my fantasy about marriage and romance falls into thousand
pieces.
I felt tears falling
down my cheeks. I wanted to run home to Daddy, even if he would punished me, but I knew that Daddy wasn’t home.
//
I heard them talked
and listen as my tears fall.
- You know how we had
fantasies about sexy girls that we could do anything to and you had read about
pony-girls and sex-slaves and slave-girls in a magazine. We adjust our
fantasies to one slave-girl each.
- Yes I remember. We
took turns in telling each other what we should do with our slave-girls. That
was nice, but we were 13-14 then and now we have seen reality. Good girls are
hard to get and bad girls you can pay to fuck.
- Nix buddy, I have
that fantasy here and now but in real life. She is waiting in the kitchen for
me to call her out here and she is far better than our fantasies could imagine.
She is bound to do
anything I want her to. Listen! You remember the fantasy about the “Pig-hunt” I
have played that with her in the fields this morning. I had her crawling naked
in the grass and shoot at her with the paint-gun. I had her “watching my cock”
for hours and she crawled around her to perform as her best. I had her sucking
my cock when you passed by the house earlier.
To night, the last
night, I will sleep nicely with my cock in her mouth all night and she will
suck at it when it’s alive.
I can tell you that
she sucks well, more than well. She is the best and had been well trained.
- You can't put that
over on me! That little shy virgin, being well trained to suck a cock, no way!
It is not rather likely she is able to open her tiny little mouth over a cock.
I think she will get a locking-cramp in her jaws if she saw a real cock in
front of her mouth.
- That tiny little
mouth can swallow a whole cock in one bite and deep throating it and massage it
so good that you faint. I said that she is well trained. I challenge you that
you can’t suggest anything that I can’t make her do or go through as long as
she thinks I’m going to marry her, the little virgin. But except for one thing.
No cock in her cunt, but that is the only exception. If I fuck her I must marry
her. You know that her father can make you do things you don’t wants to.
No, I have her here
and enjoy her strains to convince me to marry her and in the main time I have
her giving me pleasure that I didn’t know existed. I tell you she is a living pleasure-machine
and she had no stop until I tell her to stop. Imagine you tell her to do
something nice for you and she keep doing it until you tell her to stop.
I should whip her if
she didn’t continue even if I fell to sleep. My order to stop is the only thing
that could make her stop, nothing else. I’m going to have her lips around my
cock all night to night. Imagine having the cock in a sucking girl’s mouth a
fucking whole night! If you turn in your sleep she follows but she never loose
it. And she is suckling at her comforter (pacifier) the whole bloody night, if
you not tell her to stop and then she wait for it to grow in her mouth so she
can start sucking at it again. All fucking night.
- She must sleep;
sleep depravation is a serious business.
- A slave-girl needs
only sleep when her Master permit it,
she is here for my pleasure and she can sleep in her bed when I have returned
her home to her father and after I have told him that I don’t want to marry her
and that her hymen is intact. I just changed my mind. Or I can say that she
wasn’t that obedient that I want my slave-girl to be. He will give her a hell
if I complain on her obedience, so what. She is just a girl.
- Well I still don’t
believe you! If this little Diane is in the kitchen, call her in then.
- I will, but I want
to tell you about her first, so you have more to “not believe in” before I
prove that I’m telling the true.
- Okay, but I really
think you are kidding me.
- You will se in a
minute. I have told her that I will test her obedience in 10 special tests. I
have canned her inner-thighs and she was order to move her legs apart still
more for every blow. She passed that test. She is obedient as a real slave-girl
and has a great stamina.
She also passed the
“Pig-hunt” and she is all red over her arms and legs and breasts from where the
blade of grass hit her, when she crawled, and the “Cock-watching” as we fantasy
about.
When I ordered a new
water-pump they delivery one with four times too big capacity but I kept it
because I needed it quickly. Now I have found out a special use for it. If I
start it when showering the sprays become as hundred of evil needles, pricking
at the skin. I’m going to have her stand in many positions and let that sharp
jets hit her skin, or worse her ass hole and cunt. Can you imagine if I point
it to her cunt and clitoris and she must stand still? That is a real test of
obedience for her. I couldn’t do it myself.
- But that is torture!
- Yes you could say
that, but it is still a test for her that she could pass or fail. I have other
tests for her as well. The main thing is that how hard she tries I’m not going
to marry the slut and she doesn’t know that.
You know her ass is
not her cunt, so that must be free from marriage. Do you, unlike me, still have
fantasies about fucking a girl in her ass? Maybe I can let you do that with
her. I have an evil plan for that. You will see me play with her and you will
see how obedient she is. I know that you like girls for what they has common
with boys.
You go to the toilet
and when you come back I have ordered her to BEG you to fuck her virgin ass
hole, even when we both know that she hate it.
She wills not only beg
you; she will convince you that she will squeeze you and move her ass in your
pace. She will present her ass hole for you on her all fours before you and
open it up for you to look into her. She will lubricate her ass hole and fuck
herself with her fingers to be prepared for you, everything on all four before
you. She will even offer you to with the birch-rod in your hand see to that she
will keep any pace that you want. If you want give her a birching while you
ass-fuck her you just order her for a pace she can’t produce. You can ride her
as a horse and let that horse move when you see your cock disappears into her
ass hole and out and she will be moving until you tell her to stop.
- Well buddy, it is up
to proof now, isn’t it?
//
I
will continue if you are interested, otherwise I rest my case.
Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me with that.
You
must know that I’m stealing time from other task I have to do.
/Cecilita
cecilitaSv@hotmail.com
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