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Full of shame, Cecilia had to crawl over to Cassius. Once she got to him, however, she looked up at him (he seemed very pleased with himself) and suddenly got bashful. "Can we not do this in a more private place, Cassius?" pleaded Cecilia as she eyed the Union soldiers and former slaves watching this all take place.

"You need to refer to me as Master from now on, ****, or, when in bed, call me "daddy." And why would I let you do it in a more private setting? What's in it for me?" asked Cassius.

Cecilia responded softly trying not to be heard by all the spectators, “I promise to be extra...” Cecilia blushed beet red and finished, “...enthusiastic if we can do this inside.”

Some of the crowd had picked up on what she had said and laughed out loud at the situation the formerly proud southern belle found herself in.

“If you say so! I expect complete enthusiasm from now on,” said Cassius. “No more of this **** and pretending to be a chaste princess. We all know that is a charade. However, all of these good people were expecting a show and I would hate to deprive them of that. So, we can do this from inside but I expect your moans of pleasure to be heard all the way out here by everyone. In addition, afterwards I expect you to give everyone out here a complete account of everything that took place. Now, if this is still what you want, go up to the master bedroom and await my coming with your face down on your dad’s bed with your bare butt high in the air.”