Mistress Terie is the boss and I am the slut and I enjoyed that relationship online for months. Then one day she proposed an idea for me..."I want you...to come to my country house and help me with my daily chores."I couldn't believe it. Was it real? Could this really be a chance to serve my mistress? Is it a joke?I was skeptical. I responded quickly,"Mistress Terie you are my master and I am your slut, but at this time I cannot move to your country house at this time. Thank you so very much for. It was a slow day at the hot springs and the sun had dipped below the Sierra before another car arrived. It parked next to the pool downstream from mine and a young couple got out. They were wearing swim suits so I quickly dismissed them and relaxed again. A few minutes later I peeked over my pool's dam and saw they were kissing and both had wandering hands.The action was getting very heavy when they suddenly stopped and left the pool. I was thinking how disappointed I was when they came around. The little girl's screams only seeming to add to the strange music of their voices.Their chanting soon taking on a more intense tone as a strange, distant hissing sound came from far down one of the old lava tubes that lead from the room.The young girl on the altar looked up at the sound as it became a rumbling growl, her tear-filled eyes going wide as she stared into the dark narrow tunnel, situated so that she could see down the length of it between her feet."What- What is that?!" she. She was lying in a hammock that was strung between two of the posts that held her porch roof up."Hi, Bobby," she called out. There was something different in her voice, like she was worried about something."What's up?" I asked."You're still talking to me?" she asked."I guess so," I answered.She got out of the hammock. She was wearing a tank top, and she looked really good in it. She looked up and down the street."Got time for a good deed?" she asked, hesitantly."Sure, if it doesn't take too.