All of me. My back, by belly, my breasts. He could kill me.But he won't.He wants me to come to him again.He knows he won't easily find another one lik...e me. Who really wants it.He tells me to get out of the car, back into the rain, back into the woods.The light is beginning to fade.The woods are getting dark.I want him to hurt me in the woods. To hurt me again. I want to feel the hurt. I want some more pain before this is all done for the day and I'm back in the hotel and he's soaping me in the. " She closed the door while the maid perched on one of the delicate embroidered chairs. "I overheard you speaking to the butler just now in the courtyard," she said. The maid's eyes widened and her ruddy cheeks grew redder. "I want you to tell me about the other girls that have been here." "Well...." She looked at Anya a little fearfully. "They seemed nice enough." "Were they official workers or freelancers?" "A bit of both, I think," the maid said. Anya chewed her lip. Then, at least some of. She then said that she now believed Aunty Belinda and what she had told her about me. I asked her if that had anything to do with her wanting to sleep with me and she said she had always fancied me but could not do anything about it till now. We finished our cigarettes and she went for more drinks. She walked back into the room and gave me my drink and instantly started to suck my cock to get it hard again and told me she wanted me to fucker her from behind and play with her tits which worked. “You’re a good teacher.” She reached up and touched my cheek.I was tempted to say yes but didn't. I gazed into her pleading eyes and took a deep breath as I struggled with my uncertainty.I was about to say, “let me think about it,” when we heard footsteps coming into the barn and her grandmother, calling, “Carla, Where are you?”“I’m up here, Granny. I was just resting.”She scrambled into her cut-offs.“Where’s that young man?”“I don’t know. Maybe he went for a walk. I was just resting and he.