Instead, she brought only the most revealing clothes that she could find. Melisa knew of course that Nate would not accept her willingly, so she would...’t let him resist. She was wearing a pair of too-small jeans that didn’t quite make it all the way up her hips, revealing the pink straps of her thong and the beginnings of her hips. She had on a low cut tank top that showed her cleavage and made it clear that she didn’t have a bra. Nate, seeing her, knew exactly what she wanted. She didn’t even. He was drunk.He gave her a piece of apple. She said, "Thank you." And she curtsiedagain. He started to kiss her, she tried to say stop but he was too big.He was holding her arms; he raped her and cut her on the face and on herleft breast. She ran away to the barn. She saw that her dress wasripped in many places too. She cried and cried until she slept.She woke up at noon. She needed to clean her skin, the blood was solid. She went to the main house and talked to the chief woman slave,. Maybe she was, but I doubted it. She was covering her nipples with an arm now too, but she hadn't made a move to leave and one look at her made it obvious that here was a chick who was hungry for some fresh meat. It was like being in a bad porno. "We both knew where this was going once you knelt between my legs and sucked my cock. You need this as much as I do. Let's have it." What's your problem?" Her eyes flashed in indignation and she made an angry gesture, but it seemed more in denial of. There was a very nice restaurant near the theater we had reservations for dinner in. As we pulled up in front, I couldn't help but notice the long line of well dressed people waiting to gain entrance."Angela, honey the place looks full. Should we try somewhere else?"She just smiled at me as the limo pulled up on front. The maître d' popped out of the restaurant and opened our door. He helped Angela out and hugged her and welcomed her back to his little restaurant.He then helped me exit, calling.