But Kathryn was different.She only seemed interested in what he did and who he knew, and she never seemed to bring up sex at all or what he could do f...r her. She was his first friend who only wanted his friendship and wasn't trying to improve her life at the expense of what he could give her.He liked that.William was happy to show her various things as a way to increase her knowledge of culture. He liked to see the childlike wonder in her eyes that she often had when he showed her things or. I squeal and rush back down the stairs as fast as I can."Just you stay there, Vyerka. I'll check," he calls to me, still shaking his hand as if somehow that would ease the shock.Presently he returns. "Go to your cabin and wait!"So it's true? They are getting rid of me? I slink away. Well, I am just a slave and slaves are property and property gets sold. It's been nice here. Now I will have to do my best somewhere else. But inside I feel horrible, dirty, discarded. I sit on my bed, my feet. Bob put his arms around and held her, feeling the water splash all over them both, they both knew it was the last time they would meet.Eventually, with Frankie still crying, they got out of the shower, wrapped in the robes and laid on the bed.Frankie laid with her back to Bob crying into the pillow, his hand moved to remove her robe, his fingers found her nipples.“one last time?” he asked.Frankie rolled over and facing him, kissed him on the lips, her legs parting, holding his cock she guided. The fear was intoxicating as it oozed from his pores like a potent fragrance. She reveled in its exuberance as she stood close to him. Her chest rose as she inhaled and closed her eyes. Her body shuddered in ecstasy for a few moments then she opened her eyes and looked back to him. "I hope you remember what I told you last night my sweet," She reminded him in a soft, sultry tone, "I am here to give you a choice."Dustin trembled and his stomach became a cold tight knot. He winced expecting her.