"Have you broken the law or something? There must be a powerful reason for you to have fled here." I've done nothing!" she protested, blushing in swee..., girlish confusion because I was peering at her tits and apparently this wasn't good manners.I reminded myself that I must be patient, and that while I wanted to undress her and study every inch of her flesh close-up, touch it and hump her, I mustn't be rude. Good manners are the foundation of a polite society and these manners shouldn't be. Then, after breakfast had been served in the usual manner, I had to ensure that the entire house was spotless - and, just for once, I even had some help during the morning in the form of Bill who the Mistress transferred away from his gardening duties. After lunch I had to begin making small, dainty sandwiches and to preparing the best china. As four o'clock edged closer, the guests started to arrive. All were female, of course, and all shared a similar mind set and fashion sense with my. The next few minutes were a surprise for both Mark and I. Steve rolled me over on my stomach and started to squeeze my ass really hard. He then started to slap it lightly telling me that I was such a horny little slut. As his slaps got a little harder it was actually starting to feel really good. I started to ask him to slap a little harder I asked him if he liked me as a horny little slut as he stuck his finger in me. I went crazy and couldn’t wait anymore I rolled over I begged him to fuck me. He took her farther away from town, to a small house that he had bought in the middle of nowhere. With no neighbors for several miles in any direction, he could have his way with her.The first thing he did was to tell her to strip. Too afraid to disobey hem, she began to take her clothes off. When she was down to her training-bra and panties she stopped fearing to be completely naked with him. He had also stripped and was already naked in front of her. “Take everything off,” he said..