Rain beat down against the bruised and battered earth, fat heavy drops that seemed to scream out in a silent plea with each loud pitter patter. Throwi...g her hooded head back she closed her eyes and let the rain beat down steadily in an angry rhythm against her face. The rain itself far too beautiful for a creature such as her to relinquish, who was born of darkness and only bred fear and hate in the hearts of most. Snap. Like lightning her head snapped around towards the offending sound, her. I winced and replied, ‘Thank you Mistress.’ She slapped me again. ‘Thank you mistress.’ Her breathing increased. Her smile broadened. She clenched her perfect, white teeth and her breasts heaved as she grew excited. I averted my eyes. She took up her bullwhip and wrapped it around my neck, pressing me back to the wall with her body. She writhed over it as she had in the doctor’s office. She pinned me and sniffed my neck, my face and slid down over my chest. Tearing open my shirt, she gingerly. "Aaah," she sighed. As his mouth continued to caress her breasts, her hands slid down his chest, its well defined muscles still hiding under his chambray shirt. His hands began the task of unbuttoning it. When the shirt was loose around his shoulders, she pushed it aside to work his impressive chest. Once he had finished the unbuttoning and spread open the shirt, she wanted to plunge her hands down that beautiful torso to his manhood again and stopped herself again."And her stomach?" she. It’s not like you’re on vacation, kicking up your heels.” She stopped. “Come to think of it, you can work for your board. I’ve got laundry to do and these dishes. You want to work so you don’t have to pay?”“I couldn’t do that!” said Agatha.“Oh,” said Mirriam, a little stiffly. She’d forgotten how snooty Agatha and her friends were. “Of course not.”She might as well have told Agatha what she’d been thinking. It was plain on her face.“I didn’t mean it that way,” said Agatha, defending herself..