I met her outside her Algebra class to walk to lunch together. When she saw me standing outside, she stopped and looked down. I knew something was wro...g. "Emily?"She looked up, "We need to talk."I was too young then to know it is never good news when a woman says, 'We need to talk.' Are there any four words in the English language that will strike greater fear into a man's heart than those four? A guy says to me, 'We need to talk, ' I know I owe him money. But you never know what the hell is. Chloe put the breaks on and inched the car to the side of the road. she quickly turne on the hazards. She tried starting the car not even a purr came from the cars engine. She tried her phone but service was unavalable. She stepped out of the car. And popped the hood. The dominatrix pulled up behind her a little smile formed upon her face though her latex hood kept it hid. She got out of the car. " Are you okay.? The dominatrix was trying to sound concerned. Chloe looked up alittle suprised,. But, the desert was draining me. Uncle Bert would not let me give up.“Look, Davy, you got to put some effort into it. You think a good fuck just falls off the trees. Women need to be found and courted.”Courted? He meant drugged, I suspect.Shortly before nightfall, I was back in the livestock area walking around when I saw her. She was almost as tall as I was, which is unusual for a teenaged girl. I was already pushing six feet. She was mucking out a pen with a big rake. She wore jeans and a. Sometimes she would straighten up and the hem of the robe fell and hid the object of my desire. I was immune to its full impact and sway but surely I was not made of stone and the solid erection inside my pajama pants testified to its enduring influence which I was victim and benefactor simultaneously. I had the mad desire to rush over and slip my hand between her legs and finger her cunt. Would she surrender to these caresses or was I going to recieve a hard blow across the face? I remained on.