“no”
“that’s no, sir. XXX Mgwabe knew that Trish may well end up succeeding, leading to a waste of good cunt, so he gently grabbed a handful of Trish’s dark hair and pulled her off, the girl’s body responding instinctively to the firm pull. He knew the other girls would never have accepted Mandy’s disappearance, while Mandy herself would have to accept it given their rather wayward natures. Mgwabe smiled at her, his gentlemanly smile replaced by a sarcastic evil smile which befitted his image as a slave owner with one of her friends on his leash. Mandy could not rule that out, but her gut feeling told her that was not the case. Trish heard the final cuff click into place and saw Mgwabe approach the girl with a whip in hand, his eyes smiling malevolently at the girl in front of him.
