It was Him, the deep voice from her dream. The dark whisper that seemed to travel over her skin like a caress, but this wasn’t a dream. HE wasn’t ... dream. ?Who are?? her question was cut off by the sharp slap of a hand on her rear. She gasped from the pain as another slap was delivered. She felt the bed dip with his weight and shivered as his warm breath hit her ear, ?You will not speak unless ordered to. You are My slave to do with as I will. When I address you, you will address. We were treated to a wonderful Brazilian Carnival Show with beautiful Brazilian women in abundance on stage and in the audience. The samba ruled the dance floor and me and my angel got up and did our own version. As we danced, this sun bronzed Brazilian goddess came over to us and started dancing. My dick got hard as she shook her ass at me with her little thong on and her tits jutting out. She reached over and grabbed my angel around the waist and began moving her hips in a seductive manner. “I can hold my own and there’s a holdup alarm under the counter.”Then she smiled and added, “And, I can’t flirt with customers when there is someone working with me.”She had me at that point.“I don’t see you as the flirting kind,” I replied.“I can be very flirtatious when I want to be,” she shot back, proffering a very pronounced wink, and hand-waving her shoulder-length black hair over her shoulder.“I can see that,” I answered. “But flirting can be dangerous.”“Not for me,” she said, “I am very. She took away her hand licked some of the cum from her hand and walked away with a grin.It wasn't long before my father arrived and Friday evening and most of the weekend I never had a chance to talk to Rachel alone. My mind raced; was this the beginning of something incredible or just a one-time ego boast for Rachel.Finally, on Sunday evening I came downstairs to find Rachel alone in front of the TV. I asked where my father was, and she said he was tinkering with something in the garage. I.