She looked down atLinda with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said: "Welcome to Hilda's 'SLAVE PALACE', Linda,...you bitch!" You are...sitting in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you whores trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you overand which I also developed because it makes you totally helplessand completely at my mercy." "But you ain't seen nothin yet my pretty!'"This little 'chair' you're sittin in is much more than a chair"!And with that. . puh please?" I remember stammering as I placed the tip of his cockat the bud of my tight entrance. "Puh... please be my first...BOYfriend"There! I'd spit it out!He hesitated then got all confident and cocky. "Sure honey... you want tobe my little girl friend?" I whispered, "yes" and he moved forward. Therewas pain, not a lot, but the heat, the sensation of stretching, thefriction... I've never read an adequate description of it! So I won'ttry. It was everything AND nothing I thought it would. That always puzzled me, but soon I was to learn why. Charlie was the oldest youngster to be selected lawn boy by Mrs. B. Then Douglas, Paul, Peter and Joe occupied that post. When I was selected I started asking questions of these previous employees, but no one gave me a clue as to what to expect. It was as if there was a code of silence or a code of honor that had to be upheld. Each guy just smiled and reassured me that all would be well. The house was mysterious because it was surrounded. " You OK hon?" I asked her, stroking her arm. She looked at me and said, " I don't know how we did that. I thought you just liked women like I do. I don't want to see him again, just you. Please Ann don't make me do that again. Please don't have sex with him anymore, I want your... your... pussy to be pure for me. I don't want it to taste of a man's... stuff." I lied outright when I promised I'd keep my pussy just for her. There was no way I was going without cock, not for her, for anyone. But.