family slave

Author: kdj
Word count: 51197
In a remote mountain village, in a small supermarket built of earthen houses, some daily necessities are scattered here and there. Maybe there are no people in the countryside. It’s almost dinner time, and there are no customers in the store. A rural woman in her thirties is sitting on a chair in the checkout counter at the door, looking down at her mobile phone. Qianying entered the shop. She was in her 17s and 80s, her skin was as white as a baby’s, and the jeans she wore under her body showed her slender figure sharply and delicately. Her long hair was tied into two small braids behind her head. “The exam is over.” “Well, I don’t have to go to school tomorrow. After dinner, I will go to my cousin’s house for a few days.” The girl said casually, “We are going to the county seat in a few days. This small supermarket has changed hands, and we will move to the county seat in the future.” mouth, turned and entered the bedroom. The woman’s mouth slightly turned upwards, thinking to herself, this child wants to play all day long, the woman looked down at the phone and opened QQ, a boy who often chatted with him, with a bouncing avatar, “Master, I finished my exam today, can I serve you?” Keep going to school for me. (I knew it early on, so I don’t really care if I go to school or not.) I, Wang Wei, are 16 years old. I am a student of class 2 of the third grade of Dahong Middle School. I graduated this year because my father didn’t want to support me, and my family’s conditions were poor. Moving to the city, the distance from the city to us is several hundred kilometers, and it happens that I am about to graduate this time, so I thought about it and tried to see if it would work, but unexpectedly, she also liked it. Zhang Xuemei is the woman who runs the supermarket. She is from our village. I often see her figure is my favorite. I have chatted with her for more than a month using a trumpet, and I have talked about SM’s thoughts. Zhang Xuemei also learned about SM from me. My daughter is Li Jia, who is in the same class as me at 16 this year. Li Jia has been a beauty since she was a child. Hereafter directly address the hostess. Because I have confessed everything to the hostess a few days ago, and he also knows that I have been talking to her all the time.I was the one chatting, “Wait in my shop, try your slavishness.” The hostess suddenly sent a message, and I was a little flattered. After all, it is one thing to like to know, and another thing to be true to reality, but things have reached this point. “Oh, you ran very fast.” The master said this in the usual tone of chatting with me, but I felt really different in my heart. I lowered my head in embarrassment and focused on looking at the ground under my feet. Reason overwhelmed impulse, and the owner told me to close the door of the store. Although there was no one in the store in the afternoon, I was afraid that someone would come in to buy things. I knew the show was about to begin, so I went in and closed the door, kneeling directly in front of the owner. The hostess turned around and faced me, “Xiaowei, do you really want to play like the chat in Q?” The host is still not sure, after all, chatting is one thing, and actually doing it is another thing. I found out my world view, and I searched the Internet myself, and I learned about this. There are quite a few people like you. If you are determined to be my slave and serve me, you may also serve my daughter in the future. You and my daughter are classmates. She will definitely know by then, and my husband. You have to serve men, too. Do you understand?” Master, I’m mentally prepared.” “Crawl and follow me.” The hostess finished speaking and turned around and entered the bedroom. I turned my head and looked at the beautiful figure of the master, and the slavishness also came up directly. After kneeling on the concrete floor for a while, my knees hurt. After I touched my head, it didn’t bleed. As soon as I climbed into the bedroom, before I took a closer look at the room, I heard the hostess sitting in front of the computer and calling me over, “You press my feet first, and I will print out a contract.” As soon as I touched the owner’s feet, the hostess grabbed the hair and slapped me. Like a lollipop, I said “Well, that’s it” and then the hostess ignored me. I heard the sound of the computer keyboard, and a few minutes later I heard the printer beeping. I knew that the contract had been signed.Let me take a look,