He kicks her out. And sees some workers

"Get your ass out of here," he growled, getting up and smacking her ass. "I'll send for you when I need you."

"Are...are you going to...to fuck Olivia again..." she whimpered.

"Sure, but not right now. She's a ripe little bitch, just like her mommy," he sneered.

"You're so...so cruel..." she whimpered, gathering her clothes and slowly pulling them on, her eyes locked on his.

"And cruelty makes you hot and wet," he chuckled. "Don't pretend it doesn't. If I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock or bend over and take it up the ass you'd do it."

"Yes...but that doesn't make you less cruel...you're a...a mean man..."

"No...I'm a vicious bastard who knows how to treat slutty bitches. I've refilled your thermos of lemonade, take it with you and bring it back when you can. Now go home and think about which hole I'll fuck next."

He walked her to the door, and she looked at him with a mixture of lust and despair, hatred and longing, and he grinned savagely at her confusion as he watched her cross the street.

Another movement caught his eye, and he watched a crew of gardeners working on the Bryant yard, suddenly realising they were all women. He smiled, cocking his head as he admired the youthful bodies in shorts and halter tops, weeding and raking and trimming.

As he watched he suddenly became aware that two of the women were conferring, looking towards him. At a nod from one the other turned and headed his way.