The fear of someone approaching from behind turned into the wish that they would, and any fear was totally abandoned. I was a dirty little girl, strok...ng her little cock and gliding towards her very public orgasm. I could feel my movements becoming more feminine, sexual, teasing.My hand moved up and down on my clit, and my shoulders and body danced, my hips set proud by the high heels I was wearing. I gave into the urge to stand and risk being seen, the cock hanging out of my ass as I paraded. The choice has been made for you. Just accept it and you'll be happier sooner," she said.The last part sounded like something the Housekeeper would have said. It made me think. Unlike the Housekeeper, who followed an inexorable, insistent but ultimately logical system of reasoning, Lindsay seemed prepared to demand that I believe any old rubbish.I didn't like the idea that she was going to force her demented value system onto me. I guessed it would probably happen much as she described though.. Though muffled by Brent’s cock, her moan’s from the mixture of pain and pleasure filled the room. To my surprise she pushed back, trying to get more of the huge plastic shaft into her ass. I put my cock back in her pussy and began ferociously pumping her now much tighter cunt. The dildo smashed the walls of her rectal canal down into my cock’s path. I continued fucking her wildly as I listened to Brent’s orgasmic screams. I had never before seen a man cum and was mesmerized by all the sights,. "He's brought many here. He teaches them manners, or at least that's what he says. What he really teaches them is how to wait on him." "I don't understand?" "You will," Betty said. "Before he's done, you'll be his most willing slave." "Never!" Erica said fervently."Yes, you will," Betty said.Betty finished washing Erica's cuts. She put her arm around her."Can you stand?" she asked."I think I can. But I feel a little weak. My legs are hurting." "No wonder," Betty said.She helped Erica to stand..