Authoritarian

Female Domination

Paloma shuddered as she followed Carlito into the large shabby house. The crabby Cuban who was some relative of hers before becoming her husband, she had a hard time pinning that down, brought her into the ‘Showroom.’ “Little Butterfly, did you think I was asking for your permission? Been a while since we got together, Baby Girl. You miss that, don’tcha?” His florid face, cherubic cheeks and very wide, expressive mouth sometimes reminded her of a clown. At the moment though, Carlito’s eyes were narrowed, an irritated flush covered him from hairline to hipbone. She...

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