The bed was soft and draped with a thick and heavily embroidered duvet. Even though it was warm and snuggly, I just couldn't sleep at all. The butterf...lies in my stomach just wouldn't go away and my pulse showed no signs of slowing down. I didn't feel remotely guilty when my thoughts turned uncontrollably erotic and my fingers started wandering over my tummy and onto my mound, pressing gently at my clit through the lace of my panties. While it was my fingers doing the exploring, I wished it was. "she then began to move closer to me, sitting on my lap and looking up at me with these beautiful blue eyes. i couldnt help it i could feel my cock starting to get hard under my pants."mr johnson you have always been so nice to me, I wish i had a daddy like you."...I was in shock i had no idea what to say to this girl. but i already knew i could manipulate this situation, my mind began to race.."rebecca, your a very sweet young girl and i am glad you think i am nice, but i am a grown man and me. You must look strange to her Rachel. Almost alien. The woman gets to her feet/ kicks off her sluttish red shoes – discarding them where they land – and walks bare-foot in front of you. Her peroxide hair reaches to the small of her back/ bouncing as she walks. *What is your name?* she asks/ the words floating across her shoulder. *Rachel.* *Rachel? I like that. Its from the Bible no? Im Maria* she says. *Maria Helena Marquez.* You catch her up/ trying not to make it too obvious that youre. I can barely move. My pussy is on fire. Swollen from the crop, my nether lips bulge. If Mr. Marshall wishes to use my pussy, it will be hell. I hope he just uses my ass. I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt.Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror. Gone is the trendy girl that arrived here this afternoon. In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its.