“Menka you’ll be the queen of this palace”How soothing were his words. He took me in his room which was to become mine. He made me sit on the be...d and switched on the song “Mysterious girl”. He called me for a dance and I obeyed like an obedient child in front of his teacher it was difficult to resist any of his demands.The music stopped suddenly and I woke up from a dreamy land trying to gain my senses back and found myself too close to him .His arms had enclosed me and I was feeling the warmth. "yes dad." "so who shouldi have tend to my garden, since i am a busy man?" i shrugged. with itbeing just me and him living here i had no idea who it would be. then he calledout towards the garage "jose! juan! julio! jorge! let's get to work onthese roses!" from out of the garage came 4 mexican men in dirty workclothes, carrying garden tools and laughing and nodding to each other inspanish. "si senor! let us begin!" they can't see me, ithought thankfully. but what happens when their cutters chop. He takes me by my waist from behind, and gently lifts me to my feet. As he does so, I feel his semen running down my legs. He pulls me back inside the shelter, and I sit down on the wooden seat, gasping and shuddering as the orgasm continues. He is pulling his pants and trousers back up. I notice that his semi erect penis is coated with his semen and my blood. He sits down and I lean back, still naked, against the shelter wall, trying to recover my breath. Every few moments another wave runs. She knew that the feel of it, the constrictionand the sliding of nylon against satin as he moved would stimulate him.On top a cream silk blouse, but no bra. She buckled on high heels whichmade him take even smaller steps for fear of falling over. Finally sheput cat collars around his wrists and linked them to his belt. He foundthat when he had to pee the links were just long enough for him to slowlyruck up the skirt and slip and push down the panty hose. It was a slowprocess.Having watched him.