I’m not certain if it was because they were all close to the only industry in town, the Tallassee sewing mill, or because they all looked the same a...d appeared to be made as cheaply as possible. ‘Fir’d out’a saw mill, they was’ as the old folks would say. When the wind blew you could feel the house heave and sway against it. Cheaply built, it was, but it was always warm and inviting in the winter and bright and cool in the summer. It was much like her in its ways. Simple and strong. After. Now she rested against the wall again.There were four persons inside the room. Two women, one with black and the other with fair hair. Her Master, unmistakably, sitting opposite them at the right end of the table. And opposite the door, a bronze-skinned, dark-haired man whose face she had seen for a fleeting moment. What were they... Some people her Master was engaged with in business? They resembled him, in a way, but she couldn’t have explained why. And she knew she had never set eyes on. Then with no words but kind of in a hurry; John pulled my shirt over my head and then with a flow, worked my pants and then the underwear to my ankles. There we were; both standing face to face, with our cocks at attention very proudly. I remember, John had to pull me down to the carpet on top of him. Our stiff cocks were kind of in a sword fight and rubbing eagerly with each other. Once again, John found my mouth and we were kissing. I simply was just like a zombie and could not figure out,. When I was done he patted me on the head. ‘Good girl. Remember my instructions for tomorrow,’ he said and he slipped out the door. I redressed, gathered my things, and drove home. Anger was bubbling inside me. I was not going to become some boy’s plaything. When I got home I drank two glasses of wine and read until I fell asleep. The next morning I had been seated at my desk for maybe thirty seconds when I heard my door close. I turned my chair and my eyes locked on Mr. Sloop. ‘Grab your desk,’.