Then she saw three men leering at her. Annabelle wanted to turn around right then and there, but had already caught their attention. She looked down ...t her feet as she passed them and one of them called her a wetback. Annabelle felt sweat sprout from her pores as she quickened her step trying to ignore them. At four feet eight she was a tiny girl. She was just hitting her stride in her youth, but the promised growth spurts hadn’t come yet. The three men easily stood six feet tall and their. "Susie, you are damn good at this. We could make money on designs, do one in a morning instead of me breaking my ass to finish late at night. Are you tired?" Yes." She straightened, sat back on her heels, rubbing sweat from her face. She put down the brush and fisted her hand. The bones hurt from cramping on the brush. "But I'll get used to it. Nick, do you really think I could pay my way, filling in your designs?" Sure. And like my dad used to say, two men can do three times what one can. Men?. The servants going about their chores with calm efficiency and I dozed off rather peacefully in my cool room. I awoke to find myself damp, the bed clothes twisted around my body as if I had engaged in a fierce battle, my heart was racing and my chest heaving with my rapid breathing. One of the maids must have been outside my room and heard a strange noise because she knocked timidly on my door, asking if I was all right.Apparently her concern over the youngest son of the family overcame her. "Nice," he said, again easing the pressure on my neck. I was just about holding on to my bladder, the fear in my stomach was a tangible thing. But despite all that, I was suddenly wet between my legs. His hand continued to fondle me, squeezing and thumbing my now erect nipples."Bag," he suddenly moved his hand off my breast and held it out."W-what?" I said, completely taken unawares."Give me your bag," he said putting pressure on my neck again. I held my handbag out for him to take. He removed.