Wendy Marvell Age Novels & Stories

I wanted someone different, someone who challenged me, and that right person was Wendy. Yeah, she hid that fierce part of her from her parents, but I monitored her, hired private detectives to check her past. To be sincerely speaking, what got me first were her huge boobs. I'm a fan of the chest region of a woman, and that had piqued my interest. But after checking her past and her behavior, I accepted her without delay. There was an age difference; I was in my thirties, and she was in her twenties, but we could have made it work had she not absconded from the wedding.

"I recall her from the ceremony yesterday." "Yes, Master Sam. This is Wendy, Rhonda's youngest sister. She's nineteen and still a virgin. She had something she wished to discuss with Rhonda last night and missed the bus. I feel I should keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't get into trouble. Wendy, this is Master Sam and his two slaves, Marcia, his wife, and their lover, Chantelle. Marcia is a law enforcement officer like Rhonda. Chantelle is the cook who made all or most of our food yesterday. Master Sam does investments for the estate."

Wendy had been disgusted by women like Kelly—the classic fake innocent, manipulative type—to the point where she was now wary of that type of girl. As if she had thought of something, Wendy asked again, "By the way, has Marina come back yet?" Sharon replied, "No. She said that since she had already gone abroad, she might as well travel around for a while." Wendy asked, "What was her reaction when she found out that you and Thomas got married?"