He poor's me a drink and lightly pets the sofa asking me to sit next to him. As I do I try to sitas far away from him as I can. I ask him what he ne...ds doing, he goes thought a list of things,painting, cutting the lawn, cleaning the oven ect, and he promised to pay me well, as I agree todo these things, he tell's me that he has one more request, "oh?" I reply. "hmm yea if it isn't much trouble could you call my daddy when you speak to me please?" he says. I ask why would you want that. He. He tries not to be obvious about it. I have noticed that he was staring at my breasts. I was wearing an olive colored jersey knit long sleeved shirt with a demure A-line skirt with flats. The outfit was very conservative, yet it showed off my curves very nicely in an understated way. Since he had noticed me that day, I never could stop thinking of him.One day, we were in the elevator together. Everyone has those awkward moments in an elevator. We were both feeling very awkward. He was. What came next was a surprise.She dipped her middle finger in massage oil, then inserted in my ass. I gasped."Hang on, big boy". She found my prostate and began massaging it, as she sucked the life out of me. I came, hard. She swallowed every drop."Yum!" she exclaimed.We laid together, held each other. After about 45 minutes, she said "My turn".I went down on her cunt, spending special attention to her clit. She was bucking and moaning. "Put your cock up my ass"I lubed up, came up her ass.. .. while one corner of her mind screamed "No!"... another wanted to tell her lips to say,"Take me Bruce. Make me you slave..."That's not what Phoebe said to me at the time. As I sat on one of the trunks in the box-room to take off my shoes and socks, she begged me to let her go. While I took off my pants, I spun her some malarkey about how she had encouraged me to rape her by her comments on an essay I had submitted on one of the Bard's longer poems. Shakespeare doesn't get a mention in Slave.