This caused the female members of staff concern. They despatched Emily Brand, one of the housemaids, to cheer him up. She found him in his favourite p...ace, sitting on a bench in a small bower in the shrubbery, hidden from, but overlooking, the drive and turning circle outside the house's impressive front steps and portico. He brightened up momentarily when she walked in on him.'Oh, hi, Emily.''Hello, Tom.' She felt a little awkward. 'Can I sit with you?''Yes. But I've got to go soon.' He made. I asked if she was ok. She walked over to my sons desk and pulled out the chair to sit down. I walked over to her to help her sit. My cock was literally near her face now. I asked her if she needed anything. She said yes, but she wouldn't tell me what. I started to feel nervous and my hardon started to fade. Did I cross a line, I asked myself. I'm sorry, I said to her. I hope I didn't do anything to make you feel this way. "Oh no," she responded, "I have really enjoyed the show you have been. The crew was apparently putting in the basement, or something. It looked to be a big basement. Very big. One could conceivably fit an entire house in there. It made Sierra think of a luxury mansion where all who served Mark could live blissfully under his power, mindlessly carrying out whatever tasks needed to be done while their bodies maintained a state of perpetual readiness to serve his sexual needs. She unlocked the trailer and went inside. Flipping on lights revealed a cozy place where. Oh my God, is he going to do what the other man did to me? No, he can't, he just can't. I started to cry, afraid of this man. "Hey bitch!" My crying immediatly stopped, replaced with an even bigger sense of fear. "Don't fucking cry! I haven't even started with you yet!"He walked over to me, slowly, reveling in the way I cringed from him. I tried to get away but my body was so weak from the abuse and the long walk. Not to mention I felt like my head was going to explode. He just laughed as I.