<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>"That's a good girl."</i> <br/>
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There was something about those words that she loved. She'd done very little to deserve them. Raising her voice at him when they'd been downstairs, the indignant attitude she'd held. Nor was she the one who'd brought him any pleasure. But those words assured her that this could work out. She could find a way to be what he was seeking. <br/>
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Harper felt him grasp the cloth, working to untie it. She blinked, adjusting to the light as he removed the blindfold from her eyes. The gag soon followed, as he removed it as well. Her body was still coming off the the high, her chest rising with every heavy breath she drew in. <br/>
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His question elicited a blash from the woman. She wasn't sure what caused the bashful reaction, as she'd just orgasmed in front of the man. He knew exactly what the answer was. She assumed hearing the words would please him, but she was hesitant to admit it. <br/>
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"Thank you." Was all she said. She couldn't bring herself to tell him how blissful it had been. But she did mean those two words. They extended past this momeny. When Harper had heard about the legalization of slavery, she had not a clue what her future would hold. The likelihood of falling into the wrond hands was always present. He could've chosen any girl, but he found it in himself to help her. He knew she could be harmed, and he saved her from that possibility. He offered her a comfortable home, the chance to continue working, and for that she was grateful. She owed him a great deal, a fact she wouldn't forget.</span></span>