her. "I didn't think so. He already got you?" Sissy asked. "What you mean?" I asked. "He already put himself on you?" Sissy asked. I looked down at my feet, too ashamed to continue looking her in the eye. "I thought so." Sissy said as a tear rolled down my face. "Look, I shows you what you needs to know and what you sposed to do, but I ain't doing you work fo you. Just cause you lay with the massa aint mean I taking up your part of duh work." "Yes ma'am" I replied. "Don't ma'am me. I aint no ma'am!" Sissy replied. "Okay" I said. Sissy gave me a look that let me know right away she didn't like me too much. Still she had indicated that she would help me, most likely because she felt sorry for me. "Does Ms. Rebekah know bout Master Smith and his house keepers?" I asked. "Of course she do. Ms. Bekah aint no fool." Sissy replied. "Why else he gone get a slave that can't cook or clean and make her a house keeper. He go pick out a pretty slave girl that will do what he want." Sissy said. "But I know he ain't duh type to force you to do nothing so dat say to me that you want it too." "I just wanted out of that chicken house." I said. "Now you ain't messing with the hens you gotta mess with the cock!" Sissy said as she laughed a little. "What do I do?" I asked, desperate for an answer to the mistake I'd made. "I reckon you do what you do. Ain't nobody tell you what to do in yo mess. You gotta do what you thank you need to." Sissy said. "I wish I could just go back to the chicken house." I said. "You don't want him messing with you huh?" Sissy asked. "I thought it would be okay, but I didn't know what I was doing." I replied. "He said it would be better than those smelly houses but it's not. It's worse." "Ain't dat duh truth? We all does stuff dat ain't good when we young. Look at Ms. Rebekah. When she was young she let her daddy tell her what to do and now she can't have no babies, no dat she want one with Master Smith, but even if he be a good man she can't have none." Sissy said. "What happened to her?" I asked. "It's a long story, maybe I tell you one day but you gots to make your own decisions. Slaves don't get to make many of them so you gotta make sure the ones you got are good ones." Sissy said. Sissy talked with Ms. Rebekah and I don't know what she said but Ms. Rebekah agreed to let Sissy work with me for the next week or so to help me learn to do what I needed to do. I got to know Sissy really well over that week. I felt like I'd actually made a friend, but just when I thought that my new job would be okay, Master Smith came calling. Late one night as I lay in bed asleep from a long day I was awoken to someone climbing into my bed. I started to let out a scream, but he covered my mouth before I could let it out. "It's me" Came Master Smith's voice in the dark. I felt his hands moving under the covers, down around my legs until his eager fingers found the hem of my gown. He slowly pulled my gown up, letting his hands caress my legs until they reached my inner thighs. I held my legs together tightly as if they joined at the knees. Master Smith pushed them open before I knew what had happened and positioned himself between my knees. I felt the covers rise up as they covered his back but could not see much in the dark room. A moment later I felt his hand at the outer portion of my entrance just before his fingers opened me. The warmth that I'd felt beneath the blankets was gone and the cold air of the night rushed in and Master Smith squirmed around for a better angle. I felt his hard cock slap against my left leg and then my right and he moved in closer. A moment later I felt the tip of his cock begin sliding up and down my slit. Between being suddenly awoken, the cold night air and the fact that I did not want to do what I felt obligated to do, I was unable to attain adequate arousal. That is to say my body refused to accommodate his dry shaft. Master Smith attempted to plunge himself into me but met