It was about this time that I realized what was bothering me. This was a 17-year-old teenager, for Christ's sake! She was underage. Not legal. I was d...istracted momentarily, uncertain of what to do. Erin, however, seemed to have no doubts. While I continued to fingerfuck her, somewhat absent-mindedly, she worked my jeans open and slid her hand inside. She pushed her fingers under the elastic of my underwear's waistband and down onto my prick. Her hand was warm and her palm was damp. The feeling. This weekend was going to be a lot of fun.We checked into our hotel, dropped off the bags, and headed for the beach. Joe kept talking on the drive how he couldn't wait to lather my body up in sun screen and watch me run around in my red speedo. He laid out a towel and immediately started to get a little grabby. I loved it.He sensually squeezed sun screen along my chest and rubbed it all long my body. I am shorter and smaller than Joe, but pressed up against him so we could share lotion. He. The more attractive she was, the sexier her body was assessed to be, the larger the pay-out. Typically the woman would give this money to her family, and her family would leave with the knowledge their daughter would have a better life.Pleasure slaves also got a monthly wage from their owner, which was based on a percentage of the fee the owner had had to pay to buy them. Slaves could spend this money on whatever they wished.Slaves also had a mandated one day off each week, the particular day. It wasn't even light out and Rhonda and I were the only ones used to getting up at four-thirty in the morning. Rhonda had a brush in her hand when I got to the barn."Beat you!" she said."Rhonda, wait. Please let me apologize. I didn't know." What?" You said you were awake before me." Yep. I knew you were waking up, though." You know what I was doing then." Yeah. It's okay. It was interesting. You could have finished." Interesting? You should have pushed me away and woken me up. Rhonda, do you.