She should go; More than you bargained for.

You lay on your back and listen to Margot's soft breathing as she cuddles. Something about this whole incident doesn't sit right with you, but whatever the case you need to get her out of here before she's discovered. Besides, you have the third orientation meeting to attend soon and you don't want to leave her sleeping here. You try to gently shake awake but she snuggles against you, mumbling.

"My ass is yours, master..."

"Margot," you say, shaking her again."Wake up."

"Master..." she moaned in her sleep. "I'm yours..." Getting impatient with her, you lift her upper body and shake her harder. She gives a soft groan, rubbing her eyes and looking blearily at you.

"Master," she smiles dopily. "Are we going to play? Tie me up, and show me how a man treats a bitch..."

"It's time to go," you say sharply. "You need to get dressed and leave." Her response was trying to cuddle you, and you pull her to her feet, forcing her to stand, then leaned her against a wall. You pull your pants back on, then fasten the front clasp of her bra, resisting giving her sweet teen tits a squeeze, then partially button her blouse as she murmurs, giving you no help at all.

"Oh, master..." she mutters lewdly. "Ravage me against the wall. Make the whole place shake. I'm your slut. I yearn for a real man..." She starts swaying against the wall, almost dancing.

"Margot, we don't have time for this," you say sharply, but she just giggles softly and slides down the wall, slumping on the floor on her butt.

"Master..." she starts to whine. "Play with me. Slut wants to play with Master." You just shake your head and find her panties, struggling to pull them up her legs. She gives a soft sleepy chuckle and gives you a bit of help. "Master takes good care of his little rich doggy..." You roll your eyes, straightening her clothes the best you can and helping her stand up. You lead her into the bathroom and turn the cold water on, getting a facecloth wet and pressing it against her face. She gives a little squeak and squirms at the sensation.

"Master?" she asks plaintively.

"I'm here, Margot," you say softly in her ear. She smiles again, rubbing against you. You give her a little shake, and lead her out of the room and towards the stairs. "Come on. Let's go for a walk," you say as you help her down the stairs, and towards the front door.