Erica knew all to well what was expected of her. Margaret moved in front of her just close enough for her dark apex to be at Erica eye line as she sat on the lower bunk. Words were unnecessary, Erica had made her deal and her fate was sealed. She slid off the bunk onto her knees. First looking up at this older woman standing over her, staring down at her, Erica bent over lowered her head and kissed Margaret’s feet. She acknowledged her acceptance and what was now her role. She would serve  Margaret as she wish, any way she wished, as long as she wished. She was to be Margaret’s bitch.<br/>Lifting her head , her hands reached upward to first touch and rub Margaret’s thigHs, then gripping her hips Erica moved her face closer, gathering her new Mistress scent as a newborn would auto find her mother, then buried her face into the thick natural pubic hair covering her kitty. Her tongue probed, licked, tasting the wetness that already had formed. Long licks along the inner folds as her fingers spread ever so slightly across Margaret’s abdomen and widened her. Her tongue flicked across a now swollen and hardened clit while hearing a moan and feeling hands gripping her head, pulling it closer, deeper...<br/>She began paying the first installment on her policy for protection.