At the brink of tears, on what I believe is my fourth night locked away. I hear footsteps, and someone at the door. I stare at the door, desperate to ...ee anyone. The door opens and I see him, it is Master. I get upon my knees and crawl towards him. Once at his feet, I beg. I beg for everything that my broken sprit, my broken mind wants.Bowing my head I begin. “Master, I am yours. All I need s your touch, all I want is for you to control me, use me as you please, abuse me if you want. Master I. He hissed,"You are in way over your head here young woman.Dont play with me! Jail might be the least of your worries if you start getting clever".He reached and gripped my throat with one hand. He was obviously angry and frustrated.He continued."There are six of us run this town and we dont get messed about. We get what we want. We always get what we want. Now wise up girl. I am going to fuck you now and you are going to enjoy it. Right? "I nodded,eyes stinging with tears. I had listened and. "Well that changes everything. I can be really bad and do some good at the same time. I can not believe I am doing this. I hope you don't think I am a slut,this is so unlike me. I mean I have only had sex with two men in my whole life. Come over here and lets get you all fixed up." She said as she lead me to the bed. Mrs. Thomas sat on the edge of the bed then laid back and spread her legs wide. "Here you go, slide in there and get your "V" card stamped." Mrs. Thomas said as she spread her. Come on in," as I pulled into a driveway at her direction.Wearily she climbed out and unlocked the door, then walked into the kitchen and plopped into a straight-backed chair. I pulled one up in front of her and, lifting her feet to my knees, took off her white sneakers and bobby socks.I had barely touched her reddened feet when she began to moan. It was almost as if I was making love to her. Especially when I eased my thumb right up the center of each foot's sole or right along the base of.