"Look at me, don't look anywhere else." I tell you sternly, and you nod silently.My hand continue to move in your pants, but it's not enough to make y...u cum. I remove my hand for a moment to unzip your fly and pull your cock out, hiding the motion in the folds of my skirt.I look up at you, and obediently your eyes are on mine. I smile and stroke your cock softly, enjoying the smoothness of the skin. Your face is going slightly pink from embarrassment as someone walks by. "So where do we. Me? I’m like my mother said, soft.”“Why am I here?” Lynn asks, meekly.“We are a business. Well, we run a few businesses,” Eris says kindly. “With these businesses we need product, and you like the others you came here with are that product.”“But you didn’t look like you wanted to be here,” Lynn states, hoping for a chance to convince the woman to maybe let her go. Maybe if she uses the right words and appeal to her softer nature, the woman might just do it.“Oh, I want to be here,” Eris. Dennis Linder, huh? I heard you're really good at what you do. Psychology, right?" I asked, buttering him up."Yes, psychology. My methods are sometimes controversial, but I always get results." He preened."So how long has my wife been going to you for ... therapy?" I asked, biting back my own outburst that was straining and chomping at the bit to get out."Two months now." He confirmed. Sammie had said NOTHING about going to see a shrink. I looked at her, then."Sammie, if things were so bad, why. "Can't you stay serious just for a little while? We have to get all the chores done before dad gets home. It's my ass, not yours, if it ain't done."I got up brushing the straw from my back; I didn't have a shirt on and the straw makes me itch."Daddy would skin you alive with his belt if he heard you talking like that." She said."Just leave me alone Chris, leave me be."I finished up my work. Chrissy had long since gone into the house. I figured that she was fixing supper or cleaning house..