"Are you scared of me, slut?" he asked quietly as he increased the pressure on me.Gasping for breath all I could do at first was to frantically nod my...head. Finally I managed to gasp out that I was scared of him... terrified even and, at the moment, I was."Good, good," he smiled as he allowed his hands to drop away. "Now, take off your slacks, Carol, and I'll remove your chastity belt then you can bandage up your chest. And once you've done that, I'll join you in the infirmary where you can. Sure enough, I was wearing his pajamas."Wait a minute," I thought, "how do I know what Josh's pajamas looklike?"The last bit of sleepiness faded as I realized that was because *I* wasJosh. I swung my legs onto the floor and searched through the pockets ofthe jeans I'd left by my bed last night until I found my cell phone.After dialing my best friend's number, I held the phone to my ear andwaited. Just as I was wondering if the answering service was about to pick up, Iheard a sleepy voice. How could that be? God, I wasn't gay. This was tantamount to ****, how could I be turned on? But I was and I found each thrust by Roger being met with increasing levels of enthusiasm.An eternity later I felt the hard slab of flesh in my mouth begin to pulse and throb and spasm much harder than before and I knew Roger was on the verge of cumming. This would be humiliating wherever he decided to do it – in my throat or on my face – and as I knelt there anticipation mixed with the worry. After all. I fidgeted nervously as he slid in beside me and put the car into gear, pulling out onto the road."Your name is Elowena, Yes?" he asked once they had pulled out of the driveway."Yes, Sir," I replied, looking at my lap. I was surprised he knew my name. He was rarely around and even his brpthers who grew up around me didn't know my name."In my house, I have no staff, it will be just me and you. I will cook three times a week and you will be expected to prepare meals the rest of the times."I.