Brenda started watching what he was doing and was amazed when the "tent" started to take shape. She thought to herself that maybe he did know somethin... about living in the woods. She started to feel self-conscious leaving all of the work to him."Is there anything that I can do?" she asked.Ron pointed at the woods, "Get some shoes on and start gathering a lot of firewood. We'll be warm and cozy tonight. The temperature will drop as soon as the Sun goes down. Only dead or dry wood, nothing. I mean that sir, anything."Tom nodded as he tried her cooking. He looked at her closely. Her sandy blonde hair obviously needing cleaning and looking closer he saw the fraying at the hem of her dress. Her soft blue eyes had a pleading look in them. Her nodded to her and told her to take the dishes to the staff dining room. As she started to collect the food he asked, "What is your name?" She never looked at him as she answered, "Jennifer Bristol, sir." Tom nodded as she disappeared.Tom watched. His cock glistened and bobbed as he walked over to the bed and got on his knees on the mattress to mount her from behind. He gripped her hips gently and even this small gesture sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She felt her pussy spasm and begin throbbing in anticipation. Her fathers hands were big and rough. He worked in construction and his large, muscled body had always made her feel tiny, safe and completely dominated. At the first soft push she whimpered in fear of the. I again called her after couple of days, but this time I called her in the evening. She was at home. We talked nicely on various things. She again raised the the topic of my thrashing her for the camera. I again apologized and asked her what compensation does she want. She said it should be decided by me. I said OK how about a coffee. She accepted it as a joke. But I said I was serious. She started turning around, by saying that it was not my fault, anyone would have done the same, and it was.