Debbie was up early the next morning. She took a leisurely shower and then sat at her dressing table mirror with a towel wrapped around her.
She brushed out her copper coloured curls, and her blue eyes narrowed as she examined her creamy white skin, she frowned slightly at the faint freckles that sprinkled over her little upturned nose.
She was twenty two years old, and at five foot two inches and with her petite little figure, she could pass from anything from twelve years old to thirty, depending on how she dressed and acted.
She supposed that, that was her appeal to all those dirty old men, and why so many persisted on calling her things like little girl, and little Debbie.
The knock on her front door at nine o'clock, was enough to make her want to throw up.
Debbie swallowed nervously and went to answer the door.
"Morning miss." The chauffer - a middle aged portly looking man grinned at her in a friendly fashion. He held out a white envelope to her.
"Good morning." She responded politely as she took the envelope from him.
"You're to read this before we leave miss." He told her in a firm voice.
Debbie glanced at him uncertainly for a moment before opening the door wider. "You'd better come inside for a moment then."
She wandered through to the kitchen opening the letter as she went.
'Debbie!' The letter began.
'I owe Mr. Jenkins the chauffer some over-time.
He's agreed that an hour with you will write it off.
Do what he tells you.
J. Paterson.'
Debbie looked across at the man who had followed her into the kitchen.
"You know what this says?" she asked her hands shaking.
Jenkins smirked at her, his eyes filled with lust. "I know what it says." He agreed.
"And do you know what will happen if I refuse?"
He shrugged indifferently. "That's not my concern. Mr. Paterson told me to remind you of how happy you mother is right now though."
Debbie swallowed the tears and looked him in the eye. "So what do you want to do about it?"
His smirk turned into a full malicious grin. "I want to fuck your brains out." He whispered coarsely.
Debbie felt a little jolt in her stomach but she managed to keep her expression calm. "Where would you like to do this?"
His chuckle was like nails down a chalk board. "I think you need to get your things and we can discuss it on the way."
Jenkins waited while she locked up the house and then he led her out to the classic Rolls Royce that was parked outside her house. He held the front passenger door open for her and helped her inside.
The first ten minutes or so they achieved in almost total silence, aside from his cheerful whistling that grated along her fragile nerve ends.
Finally Debbie could stand it no more. "What about your just deserts?" she asked sharply.
He shot her a side long glance as he turned the car down a quiet country lane.
"I watched a movie once." He told her, "Where a wife did something for her husband when he was feeling stressed."
"I'm not your wife." She snapped as he pulled up into a little lay-by.
"Would you like to argue the point with Mr. Paterson?" he asked as he unfastened his trousers.
"Not really." Debbie muttered grumpily.
"Good." He sighed as he put his hand on the back of her neck and forced her head into his lap.
For a while all that could be heard was the odd slurp from Debbie and an occasional grunt from Jenkins.
"That's it." He gasped as his erection throbbed in Debbie's mouth. "Yes you little slut - suck it like that. Yeah! Oh yeah baby!"
When he came into her mouth, Debbie swallowed it back quickly.
She moved away from him, wiping her mouth as she did so, and sat staring miserably out of the passenger window.
Jenkins sat for a while catching his breath, but making no effort to fasten his trousers or start the car.
After a while Debbie looked back at him questioningly. "Shouldn't we be going?"
He grinned at her suggestively and her gaze dropped into his lap, her eyes widening in surprise at the size of his fresh erection.
"I've not had sex for more than two years." He told her. "And Mr. Paterson had a spare Viagra pill."
'Well that accounts for the colourful cheeks and the silly grin!' Debbie thought hysterically.
"Come on then Miss Debbie in the back with you." He pushed a lever and their seats dropped back suddenly, sending Debbie sprawling.
She never got a chance to get herself together before his pulled up her skirt and ripped of her knickers. Her face was pushed again the back of the backseat upholstery and her right knee pushed up onto the seat at a very painful angle.
Jenkins shoved his sizable very hard dick into her and then putting his hands on her stomach he started to pump violently at her.
Debbie gave a little whimper followed by a grunt which seemed to drive him wild as his hand snaked up to paw at her breast.
This aggressive coupling didn't go on for too long as he plunged himself deep inside her and Debbie felt the warm fluids gushing out of him into her.
He pulled out of her and fell back onto the driver's seat panting heavily.
Debbie pulled down her skirt and moved back to the passenger seat her hands shaking.
