A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. I came so often I lost count. It was required. The high cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts up showing just a shadow of cleavage. She left the car and walked toward the fenced area where the large pool was. She was 17 then. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. Already defeated. She stood, trembling on her feet. They arrived at my house, resplendent in their cotton dresses, adamant that I was to be punished for my heinous act.