Somehow I knew that I wasn't going to have the relatively easy time of it that I did with Radd. There was something in Cornell's eyes that told me he ...as more like John. He was cruel. He hated me for no other reason than I'm a woman or maybe because I'm white. Or maybe he just wanted to make this as hard on me as he could for no other reason than that's what turns him on.That last reason is probably most likely. These men had no reason to attack me. I was just a target of opportunity. Treating. I passed no one as I lazily paddled around a couple of bends. Soon I heard some voices from around the next bend. As I came around it, I saw three young men, who seemed to be in their early twenties, wading in the cool waist deep water escaping the heat of the day. As I came closer, we all said hello and made small talk about how nice the river was without the crowds. It turns out they also had a free day from the local college. As I came close, I really noticed how tight and short their. “What do you want to know?” Erik asked, when she stood next to him.“Do you really want me to be your submissive, Dad? What does being your submissive mean anyway?” Jessica asked, as she wrinkled her nose. “It sounds gross and degrading. Why can’t I be your servant or lackey?”“If you’re my submissive, then it means that you allow me to control you. Calling you my servant or lackey wouldn’t really do all the rules justice, would it? You’re also not my slave. After all, slaves aren’t paid to. So, I got a knee-length black skirt and black high heels (I was soooooo tall!). Then I found a white blouse and a black sport jacket. I even wore my hair up in a bun!My mom showed me around and introduced me to everyone. They were all so nice! The last person I met was Ms Red, who I was to work with for the next few weeks. I call her that cuz she had the reddest hair I've ever seen! It was curly and was down past her shoulders. She dressed really casually, which kinda made me feel silly. But.