"Oh! M'lady! I'msorry. I didn't see you there." No matter," replied Burt. I was hoping to have a word with you."He had planned out what he was going t...o say carefully but he was still alittle nervous. Talking to a servant as one of the quality was still new tohim and correcting one was unheard of; but he looked forward to seeing thelight of realization in her eyes as she realised how easy it was to avoidbeing fired.The girl looked sullen and evasive. "What about?"Burt took a seat on the edge of. Slowly I moved my gaze up and down her shapely legs across her abdomen to her small breasts. I was finding a visual focus for my orgasm. What erotic image should I drink in with my eyes as my seed spilled into Denise? Of course I could cum with my eyes closed, however, a truly great orgasm has a feeling, a smell, and a visual focus. As a visual person the image I focus on greatly enhances the experience for me. My first choice would have been her ass, which sadly wasn't visible, because it was. He had the girl brought up so they could see--the girl with the nose split with a knife so that it spread across her face, the crushed cheekbones that made her look dead and old and used. The scars on her deflated breasts!That, Manuel said, was what would happen to them. He promised. On his mother's name he promised.Of course, he said, they would be worth very little to him then, and he would sell them to a less gentle taskmaster who didn't worry about looks because the things he wanted done. I let my hand drift down between my legs as I imagined being so helpless that anyone or anything could do whatever they wanted to me.My fingers danced around my clit as I slid two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly aching pussy. I lifted my knees, resting my feet on my desk as I worked my sex as mercilessly as I could, pounding now three fingers deep inside and slapping my clit with the palm. I let my head fall back, my mouth wide open as if I was wearing a ring gag like the girl in.