School went on as normal. But that afternoon was when I was going to Mrs. Cole’s house. I hopped into my car and drove over there.I was surprised ...hen I got to Mrs. Cole’s house because the door was unlocked. Thinking nothing of it, I went inside and called to Mrs. Cole.“Mrs. Cole, I’m here!” I yelled.“The tools are in the kitchen-,” she replied from upstairs. “-along with a list of what needs done.” I grabbed the tools and the list and proceeded outside to do what needed to be done (mow. Raped me the other night." It wasn't rape!" It was darned close!" Look," he said, jerking his pants. Abby tried not to, but her eyes were drawn down. In her brother's hand she saw the streamline shape of that thing that had brought her so much joy the night before last. She felt a tremble of raw lust go through her. Yes, it had been good. Howell could fuck circles around any boy she'd had relations with so far in her life. But she had to get control of herself."Excuse me, Perry's probably here. "So how come a lovely lady like you is sitting in a hotel bar all by herself?"he laughed. My story flowed out easily as both men listenedintently. Peter's bulge seemed to grow as I got to the part where I saidI was looking for some wild sex, and I knew he was definitely interested. My hand wandered down to stroke his erection through his trousers - it felthuge! I shifted on my stool, and felt a familiar wetness between my legsalready. I had to have that cock tonight! Peter knew. You’ll obey me completely as of my handling of you and you will do whatever I instruct you to do? Or, our agreement ends, and of course the relationship as we now know it also ends? No exceptions, no excuses for the entire week you’ll be my submissive and sex slave, that’s understood? Correct?? That last comment finally a question. Her eyes still lowered, her head again barely nodding in agreement, her long dark hair sways behind her neck and halfway down her backside in a tight braided.