Being His SEX Doll Episode 20
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👩❤️💋👩 Being His SEX Doll EPISODE TWENTY: 💞
BACK TO PRESENT
“The majority of the children appear unhealthy. Is that what I am paying you all for? He queried.
“No, sir, please forgive us,” they chanted.
“I will decide if my search for Obianuju {Hosanna} is futile. Now get out of my sight, and prepare lunch for the kids, as well as clean and tidy their rooms,” he yelled.
“Yes, boss,” they all agreed as they left his presence.
“You, Mrs Ashley, wait behind,” he ordered as Miss Ashley stood still, swallowing nervously as the others left.
“I trusted you and left Obianuju in your care. You repeatedly misled me about her being a private university in the state where using a phone is prohibited every time I chose to talk to her over the phone. I will not forgive you for all of your wrongdoings,” he said as the police arrived and took her away.
“Humph!” He sighed deeply, unsure where to start looking for Hosanna.
A MONTH LATER💕
Jared locks Tessy in an isolated room and will always sex her brutally whenever he asks her.
“Where is Hosanna?” He will always ask.
“I swear, I do not know?” Tessy will weep.
Getting Jared upset. Some days, he will beat and torture her. On other days, he will séx her brutally.
His men are not helping matters either, as they consistently fail to locate Anna.
THIS STORY IS WRITTEN BY PETER’S GRACUOUS
But Jared vow not to give up easily untill his doll is right underneath his bed screaming his name and begging him to séx her more.
Hosanna and Desmond have been living together for a month. Desmond gave it everything he had to make her happy.
Desmond rarely takes Hosanna out after the incidents with Mama G.
He hired a private tutor to prepare Anna for the upcoming examination.
HOSANNA’S 😘
“What would you like to be in the future, Hosanna?” Desmond inquired of Hosanna, who was sitting on the edge of the swimming pool, her legs dangling in the water.
“Uhm, let me just say that I want to be an English teacher, not just that, I want to be a professor, and I want to have so many books in my name like the prominent African writers,” I replied, smiling sheepishly and picturing myself already teaching so many university students.
“That is fantastic, ambition; all you need to do is work hard to meet the cutoff mark for this year’s examination,” Desmond encouraged, as he always does.
“I know, right?” Shall we go swimming now? pouted, giving him a pleading look.
“Yes,” he said, pinching my nose slightly as I giggled happily.
Desmond grabbed my hand and led me deep into the swimming pool.
Swimming is one of my favorite things to do. Every time I get angry at the orphanage, I sneak out into the nearby stream and swim all day. Not minding that if I returned home, Miss Ashley would flog me.
“Look, Hosann,” Desmond said, diving into the water. I went to sit at the water’s edge, waiting for him to get out. Minutes passed and he was nowhere to be seen, which caused me to panic.
“Desmond??” I called, but he was still in the water.
“Please stop,” I fidgeted, no longer finding it funny.
Just then, the sound of a gunshot was heard from outside the gate. I turned towards the gate and saw the gatekeeper running towards me, which made me even more worried.
TO BE CONTINUED
