Then I heard someone coming down the stairs, and knew that Ms. Jenniferwas coming back into the living room. I had no idea or energy to try anddeal wi...h her right now and whatever revenge she had in store for me."Beth, are you okay?" was what she said to me. All I could do was simplyrest my head on her shoulder and cry for what seemed like a really longtime.I truly felt like I was teetering on the edge of a knife, with any slightmovement whisking me away to life as a man again or life as a. I rubbed myself along the fat twin lips that guarded her opening. She was very wet, seemingly entirely prepared by Nature to be penetrated.For me, entering her, the feeling of warmth and pleasure was immediate. For Geneva, there was a moment -- a little groan and cry of pain -- but it was only a moment, and then I felt her incredible heat and tightness caressing me, all the way to the root. I was deep inside her and afraid to move -- I didn't dare move -- even the slightest bit. It felt like I. “That’s some room.” I commented as we made our way back.“It keeps the slaves from escaping.” He wasn’t joking and I stopped dead in the hall. “Indentured servants, really. Women who run up huge debts in dad’s casinos. We select the choicest and offer them this option. You’d be surprised how many women take it."“There were only two in there.” I pointed out.“There are seven in the main house. They work as maids for the most part, and occasionally they help the gardeners. But they’re not. He just laughed at me.“Gosh Sarah, whenever you get any liquor in you all you can think about is sex,” Ben said. I blushed. I wasn't a prude, but I didn't usually talk about things like that in front of Eric. Eric laughed.“What do you think about when you get drunk Ben?” Eric asked.“Bed,” said Ben.“A few drinks get me going too,” said Eric. “I get a little tipsy, I get relaxed, and I start feeling friendly.”“You and Sarah should just get it on then, and I can go to sleep,” Ben joked from his.