I'll give you another chance. One last chance. But don't you ever disrespect me like that again or I'll send you packing, you hear?"She had nodded as ...elief welled up through her. "I will, I won't, I swear," she had stammered.More carefully this time, Razor had turned the truck around again. Then he'd said, "Why don't you show me you're mature enough for this, then? Show a little respect?"Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she started to ask, "What do you-," when she saw. He had pulled out. So I called mom down to the rec room in the basement so I could relieve all the sexual tension I had building up. And so we could have some privacy from my dad.She came in, wearing a tight black top with no bra again, a leopard print miniskirt with no panty underneath, and sheer thigh high black stockings. She knew what I wanted and she was dressed like her normal slutty self, knowing I liked it.Like last time, I wrapped my arm around her neck, pulled her down from behind so that we would both. This story is copyright (c) 2021 by The Technician.Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * I didn’t intend to become Denise’s slave. I really didn’t. It was all sort of an accident. It even started out with an accident. No, that’s not exactly true. It wasn’t an. The tears gathered again in her eyes, this time from pain, and I knew that it was more then just fear I had seen in her eyes when I had placed her on the bed.Pulling my cock from her, feeling every inch of the tightness of her, I looked down and saw the blood mingled with her juices. She had been a virgin, and no longer was. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I had done something wrong, and wondering if the tears were from the pain of her lost maidenhood or from fear of me, but that hesitation.