I realized itd been almost a full day since Mr. Miller had raped me in the cornfield, then brought me home to continue fucking. I was starving. Mr. Mi...ler motioned to the sandwich. Sit down and eat cunt, and listen close while you do. While I ate Mr. Miller talked. Now we gots a problem. Come tomorrow morning your paw expects you home. If you go home and tell him what happened, thats going to be bad. He looked at me hard. You tell anyone and Im going to tell em youre lying. That I found you in. “Knock it off. This is your own doing. Think of it as penance for your theft. You stole from the church, breaking a trust with them, and John. And for what? So you could gamble. Bring those tits over here”She walked over and to where I had sat down in my chair.‘Put your hands behind your head, and don’t you dare pull back”Then I proceeded to maul her fleshy globes. She was past prime and there was some sag, but not a lot and them were still plenty firm. I squeezed them, pushed them together,. It's something we've done a few times and, well, it's pretty hot. Anyway, just asking." Sure, I know," I said and we changed the subject and soon went inside our own cabins.After dinner and some dancing, we decided to take a bottle of wine from the bar to our cabin and enjoy it there."Let's enjoy our wine on the balcony, maybe we can enjoy a little fun, too," she said in her most sultry voice. I had a snap-on terrycloth towel that I often wore after a shower and I undressed and pulled it around. “It sounds gross and degrading. Why can’t I be your servant or lackey?”“If you’re my submissive, then it means that you allow me to control you. Calling you my servant or lackey wouldn’t really do all the rules justice, would it? You’re also not my slave. After all, slaves aren’t paid to behave, they just get punished when they misbehave. Being my submissive, or sub for short, means that you agree to obey me and follow my orders. The term matches best with these rules while also letting you.