She was made to assume the different positions dozens of times each day, made to pull up her dress and bend over instantly or be punished. She tried t... resist once, and it was three days before she could sit down to eat. There was a cook, cooks assistant, and three housekeepers in the home besides Molly, and then there was Kathryn and her aunt. The house slaves knew better than to breathe a word about what went on in the mansion. They were only too aware of what Molly and Ben would do to them. My breath catches slightly in my throat. Not the rain.The bench she leads me to is covered by the tent, but only barely. Wind shifts and rain blows in sideways and up and down and we sit there. Staring at each other. Saying little. She makes this expression. As hard to describe as she is. For what adjectives run together to make a person like her. It's sad, hangdog, heartbreaking. I have no idea why. Or what it means. Or what I should do. All I want to do is kiss her. Instead I smile at her,. “Don't move.” I stayed where I was rubbing my pussy with my fingers. She came back with a bag. “I have some special toys for us.” She had a rabbit vibrator. She grinned wickedly and turned it on and placed it against my pussy. The sensation was intense. The clit stimulator made my body shake while the other part vibrating inside my wet cunt made me want more. I was almost ready to cum when she stopped. “Kristen, What the fuck?” She shushed me softly and said, I want to taste it when you cum.. She stood still near the door because she thought if she moved around she would have to arrange it all over again—and then there might not be time."Room Service!" barked a voice outside her door and a sharp knock followed. Darlene didn't answer, so that the servant outside wouldn't know that she was standing just in front of the door. She put her eye to the peephole. There, in a hotel uniform stood a young black man with a detached expression holding a tray with two frothy green drinks at his.