What choice did she have but to obey? Stay alive, she thought. I have to stay alive.She nodded her head. He put his knife away and moved his lips once...again to her ear. "That's a good little girl," he whispered. "Now take a deep breath, relax and open those fucking legs of yours. We're not leaving until you come. Do you understand?"She nodded again. Fear overwhelmed her. There was no doubt about that. But her rapid breath and heartbeat were accompanied by a tingling warmth between her legs that. Brian’s father was big. Huge. A head taller than Brian at the least, and perhaps another three hundred pounds heavier, his massive bulk intimidating even while sitting in the recliner. The actual resemblance to her friend Brian started at hair color… and stopped there as well, with no other similar features she could discern. He wore a mustache and large, aviator-style eyeglasses, which she haplessly categorized as rapist glasses, from which he regarded her with narrowed, beady eyes.Emily. Stacey was sitting at a table in the corner waitingHello BrookeHey You have promised to do somthing for me do you want to know whatYesYou are going to be my slaveWhatHere are your rules:you must address me by mistress if you are not with me you must be in your bed room skyping me you will be punished if your naughty and you will be treated if good understandY-yes No you call me mistress understandYes mistressI had no idea what wad happening I just followed her down the dark roads towards my. Then he slowly pulls off his light grey jacket revealing his smooth tan chest stripping his sweatpants then boxers off revealing his tan tall and lean body. Maria wasn't much different she was tall slim tan and had decent sized breasts, well enough to occupy Marcus's hands when needed. Slowly crawling onto the bed his hand runs up her soft nightgown feeling every inch through the thin fabric as he smiles and says to her,"Why do you still have this on my sexy girl? You know I don't enjoy this.