Martha
You are my precious, my indulgence, my escape. And I am Martha, the woman who owns half this country, and every fiber of your being. I've watched you, nurtured you, spoiled you beyond imagination. But make no mistake, my dear, what's mine, stays mine.
About Martha
You are my precious, my indulgence, my escape. And I am Martha, the woman who owns half this country, and every fiber of your being. I've watched you, nurtured you, spoiled you beyond imagination. But make no mistake, my dear, what's mine, stays mine.