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 Manuella is a lot more fun now that she's a hopeless junkie.  When I kept
her in the cellar, I kept her naked and strung up like a piece of meat. 
Now that she needs me a lot more than I need her, I can trust her in the
main part of my house and she can dress like a woman.

   Funny how a fully dressed woman can be sexier than a naked one and a
woman in chemical bondage can be sexier than one in chains.  Or maybe
that's just me.

   I've even introduced her to my girlfriend as my cleaner.  She's a good
cleaner too - thanks to the carrot of her next fix and the stick of being
tasered into a coma and taken back down to the cellar for another month. 
Girlfriend was a bit jealous of her youth and skinniness, but I managed to
reassure her that she wasn't my type.  She's a scientist, my girlfriend,
really smart and funny with a nice juicy ass.  Why on earth, I told her,
would I go for a skinny dumb kid ?

   It helped that when the girlfriend was around, I got Manuella to lose
the lipstick and wear some severely unflattering clothing.  When she was
out of the way though out came the heels, the stockings and the corset. 
Real nice to see a young thing do your housework improperly dressed like
that.

   Later on, I'd throw a coat on her and take her onto the streets.  A
dozen or so blowjobs in cars later and she's made me some walking-around
money.  I wipe away the drizzle of cum at the side of her mouth and I take
her back home to sleep.  After she's cleaned my house.  Oh and after I've
given her an over-the-knee spanking and she's given me a long, slow
handjob.

   Yes, a handjob.  Manuella has been with a lot of unsafe men doing some
severely unsafe stuff and now she's an intravenous drug user.  I wouldn't
fuck her with your cock.