“Cait.”“Don’t put this on me. You’re the one with the self-control issues. You know what the working conditions are, and I was very clear on...how our deal would work and how it wouldn’t. You come in here with some sob story about how I make things hard for you?”Cait raised her arms, clenching her metal fists and blinking back tears as Rhys put his hands up defensively.“You think because I’m some broken thing that I’m going to fall for some bullshit line?”“It’s not like that.” Rhys protested.Cait. I couldn’t believe it. This was only something you read about, not did. With a little remorse I tucked my dick back into my pants and zipped them up. It was then out of curiosity that I reached up and turned on the reading light. Grabbing her book I flipped it to a random page somewhere in the middle. As I started to read the shock hit me. This was no romance story. It was smut pure and simple. On the page that I read, a plantation worker was gagging the owners daughter with a throat fucking.. My cock was not getting hard from his sucking, he was helping his partner by holding my buttocks opening allowing him to twist both my nipples with his forefingers and thumbs. The guy sucking my limp cock had all of it in his mouth and felt like he was trying to swallow what he had. His friend was now grinding deep in my butt as he held me steady, his friend pulled back a little and rammed hard in to my anal cavity. I grunted as he did so and felt his cock throb and ejaculate a strong stream. After all of the psychological blows that had rained on her, she had finally managed to deliver one that really hurt her tormentors.Missy was very intelligent. In fact, academics was the only place where she met her parents' expectations. She did not do that to please them, but out of an instinctive sense that it would be important to her when she someday was free of them. She knew that she was in for probable imprisonment somewhere. She had folk-level knowledge of the deprivations that jail.