I'm just being paid to carry out his orders."Calm down? How could I when I was a prisoner on my own home? I was the daughter of the house and he was o...ly hired help, I needed to assert my authority. The bottle of perfume hurriedly snatched from my bedside cabinet, narrowly missed his head, hit the wall and fell harmlessly to the floor. It didn't even break. That was the last straw as far as he was concerned. His strong arms quickly nullified my feeble struggles and before I hardly realised what. I felt his lips kissing my inner thighs, then his tongue running up and down them. Moving closer and closer to my pussy. I could not believe this was happening. Never have I felt this before, and it did feel so good.His lips ran up me more and more, he took one of my outer lower lips in his lips and sucked on it over and over, then the other doing the same. I felt them swelling as the blood rushed into them. When he told me they were now nice and rosy like my bottom yesterday, he spread. I tugged and pulled at the cuff of her slenderness, Her jeans yielded with giggles of youthfulness, And released the scent of her womanliness, Her panties slipped off with wet sultriness. Her knees bent with long feet on the sheets, She spread her lanky, shapely legs wide, And watched me bow on my elbows before her, Her chin to her chest and her eyes to mine with anticipation, A field of golden wheat was before my sight, Sodden with the scent of harvest, Dew hot, rich and thick, Wet. Desperately, mortally scared. She asked herself the same question she was going to ask Fran: if she wanted to escape?Only she didn't know. She couldn't make the decision now. And, when the time came, what decision would she make?Renee collapsed on the bed and the sweat beaded on her body despite the chill in the room. It's the heroin, she told herself. It's the desire for heroin that's making me sweat.But she lied to herself, and she knew it. It was fear--fear that she wouldn't be strong enough.