"Now it's time to go to work." "Work?" questioned Erica."Sure. That's part of the treatment. Don't look so worried. A little work never killed nobody.... Erica found out that it was more than just a little work. Rebus had Betty put her to work around the house, and though Betty might have been kind-hearted toward Erica, she was a hard master. Erica cooked, cleaned, sewed, and managed a hundred other things that day that she'd never done before. When evening came, she was exhausted.Rebus came into. A man in a blue coverall stepped out and walked in. He went to the side of the front desk and rapped on the wooden door labeled "Manager on Duty." A man stepped out of the office and they had a conversation in Spanish. My Spanish was rusty so I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but then I heard the driver say our last name."Excuse me, that is me. Can I help you?" I walked over to the two men and the driver gave me a huge smile. Breaking into heavily accented English, he told me that he. She tantalized his ass, tickling his bud before inserting her tongue, again and again. He groaned, making sounds of satisfactionAfter a brief time, he removed himself. Suddenly she felt a stream of warm urine hit her forehead, cascading over her face. Her whole body shivered as she fought to control the on coming orgasm, permission had not yet been given. The man in her ass grunted and thrust the length of his cock into her ass causing her mouth to gape. A huge amount of hot cum flooded her. As she was working, her mind drifted back to Jonathan. He was worrying her. For as long as she had known him, which was nearly four years, he had been depressed. Maybe not severely but certainly depressed most of the time. Many times before she tried talking to him about it but he usually just changed the subject. That was unusual since Jon was able to talk to her about nearly everything else. She got the impression that he had been hurt very badly at some point but was dead set against saying.