Who’s the boss? “Clean my feet”, the master said. So did the servant, underpaid. As he poured the hot water on his feet, the master took a stick and began to beat. “The water is too hot, you son-of-a-bitch, how many times should I have to teach?” The servant took the bashing like a helpless bull, he thought, “that’s all, my life will never be full.” He worked like a dog, and ate too like one, but for his master, the job was never done. He asked him to do everything, from cleaning the house to cutting grass. Only thing left was to wipe his big, filthy ass. The servant was miserable, an unhappy guy, nobody could tell, he carried on why. Only he knew, for all the things he did, in his morbid life, there was fun indeed. Of the many tasks that his master ordered, the Mrs. ordered just one. On a master’s night away, she asked him to impregnate her with his son.
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