09 - Fred

Rebecca got agitated, probably trying to think about what attitude would be least inappropriate for her master. Even though she was still very young in that lifestyle, she played that role of absolute submission very well.

"Sir, I need to work," she said, slightly nibbling her lower lip. I tried not to focus too much on how the gesture looked too sensual, although it was just spontaneous. “I can’t stay here.”

"You took a stab, Babygirl" I pointed out with a chin movement. "What can your boss demand from you for today?”

Rebecca suddenly stood up, then staggered.

"I'm fine. I can work.”

I frowned.

" Why are you acting that way?”

"What form? "She disguised with a weak smile.

"Tay what's going on, Rebecca," I asked in a serious tone.

Rebecca cleared her throat.

"I just think that if I stay here, I may be going against the contract, and that's not right, master.”

I nodded slightly, sketching a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I recognized the lie. Just because she wasn't honest with me, th