Rebus had Betty put her to work around the house, and though Betty might have been kind-hearted toward Erica, she was a hard master. Erica cooked, cle...ned, sewed, and managed a hundred other things that day that she'd never done before. When evening came, she was exhausted.Rebus came into the house after dark. He was tired and sweaty. Erica realized, for the first time, that she could have escaped during the day. Or at least she might have tried. But she knew she'd never try to escape. She was. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He told me how he only wanted to suck on my titties and he would jerk off on my titties or my pussy. I told him....I can't. I wanted to feel his cock inside my pussy forget about the jerking off on me. My panties was soaked and I was staring at his cock inside his pants. He had on sweatpants. He asked me if I wanted to see it. I licked my lips when he said that. I said no I have to go. He talked dirty to me the entire walk. I listened. I asked him how. “Damn, babe.” He purred, sliding his index finger through my folds and inside me. I trembled, still highly sensitive. “Is a week too long to go without me?” Even if I could form words, I still wouldn’t have responded to his question. Partly because it was arrogant. And partly because it was true, which I would never admit. That would give him too much power. Power I wasn’t willing to give. I may be cock-hungry, but I wasn’t weak dammit! As if reading my thoughts and wanting to prove me wrong,. But once I was tied into it I´m affraid all my sensations would have been the same as that little girl." She looked at her owner quizzically. "Am I a half and halfer?" Honey, whatever you are you´re right. For me anyway," Harriet sighed. "I have to admit that sometimes these little slips of girls with their quaking quims are just too bloody juvenile. Old men like ´em young. But you are a hundred times more satisfying. I´ll always be glad I bought you." It´s sort of a nice feeling: being.