The lust Thomas had for Molly continued to grow. With Natasha spending so much time with Robert, it gave Thomas the opportunity to act. Molly was busy in the kitchen when Thomas approached her. He had, as usual, been drinking which had made the few inhibitions he had disappear. He grabbed her, with lust in mind, and pushed her forward bending the girl over a table.

He immediately pulled Molly's dress up, essentially trapping her upper body in the material and exposing her pussy. Molly tried to struggle but was easily overpowered by the stronger man. Thomas undid his pants freeing his raging erection. With one swift plunge, he pushed it into Molly's love tunnel. Soon it was over as Thomas shot his seed into the restrained girl. Exhausted from her struggle and ashamed, Molly remained lying in the table as Thomas backed away and redressed. He warned her not to say anything or he would dismiss her immediately. Being alone with no money in this far away place frightened Molly more than what had just happened. She vowed to keep the secret.

The following morning, Thomas waited impatiently for his new model. He had just received an order from a very influential client for one of his nudes. He knew if the client was pleased, many more orders would follow from the client's friends. After waiting for over an hour, Thomas saw Natasha. "Natasha! Come with me!" he bellowed.

Natasha, knowing better than to argue, followed her father into his studio. "Take off your clothes. You must model for me," he ordered once they were in the studio.

"Oh, please!" Natasha pleaded. "Please don't make me do this!" She had never modeled before and the prospect of standing nude while her father painted her struck terror in her heart.

"You must! My model didn't arrive and I must start painting now! Don't argue! Do as I say!" Thomas yelled.

Realizing she had no choice, Natasha slowly started to undress as tears fell from her cheeks. Once nude, her father roughly put her into position. "Pity you're not dark haired. The client wants a girl with dark hair," he muttered as he posed the nude girl. "I hadn't realized you had grown so much."

The comment embarrassed Natasha even more. Her father had noticed that she had grown into a woman. She was humiliated not only having to stand nude in front of her father but the thought of anyone looking at the picture and seeing her made her want to die. Thomas, oblivious to his daughter's feelings, went to his easel and started painting.

Eventually, the tears and blushing stopped although Natasha was still humiliated. She remained still as her father continued to paint. After a few hours, Thomas told his daughter she was free to go. He would continue to work on his painting. He told her to be prepared to pose again that evening so he could continue. Natasha quickly dressed and left the studio to meet with Robert. She said nothing about posing to anyone, not even Robert.

Robert was fighting with his emotions. Natasha was so young compared with him but she was so compatible. He wished he was young again. He had heard stories of old men marrying much younger women and a few seemed genuinely happy. Could he be so lucky? This young girl seemed to be his exact match. Still, she was so young... What could she possibly see in him? How was he supposed to compete for her heart with much younger, handsomer men? He knew in his mind she was too young for him but his heart wouldn't release her.

When Robert and Natasha met that day, the conversation turned to the world. Natasha spoke of the many things she wanted to do, to see. Robert found himself completely mesmerized by her. The defenses he had built up over the years crumbled before her. She touched his heart in a way none other ever had. He offered to take her on a trip. The offer seemed to please Natasha and she happily accepted the offer. They started talking about a destination. It was getting late and Natasha knew she must get back to her father. As they parted, she told Robert she would meet with him again in the same spot.

Natasha arrived home and quickly went to the studio. She didn't want to pose but feared the wrath of her father more. After an hour, she was again released from her duty.

The next day, Natasha anxiously waited for the time she would again meet Robert. She was about to leave when her father bellowed, "Natasha! Come here!" She dutifully went into the studio to see what her father wanted. "I need you to pose again. Get undressed," Thomas commanded.

Natasha was devastated. She wanted to meet with Robert. She knew she couldn't say anything to her father, though. Not only did he not like Robert, he would certainly not approve of her spending time with a man of his age either. With a heavy heart, she disrobed, posed, and her father started to paint.

Meanwhile, Robert waited at their meeting place. After a few hours, it became obvious to him that Natasha would not be meeting him. He started to panic. Had she deserted him? Was something wrong? Had his fears been realized? He tried to tell himself that she was young and at her age, commitment meant nothing but he could not convince himself. After waiting most of the day for his infatuation, he left. He was devastated. The girl who had awakened feeling that was dead for so long was not there. He wondered if he would see her again.

It was late when Thomas finished his picture of Natasha. "You know, you remind me of your mother when she was young," he told Natasha. Although he had raped Molly repeatedly over the last few days, he longed for more.

The comment made Natasha feel uneasy. "May I dress now?" she asked nervously.

"No," Thomas answered as he approached the nude girl. He reached out and touched her. "I want you..." he mumbled.

"No! Please don't," Natasha pleaded. Thomas ignored her and grabbed the frightened waif. Natasha screamed.

Molly was in the kitchen when she heard Natasha scream. She had been cutting bread and had a knife. Without dropping it, she ran to the studio door to see what was wrong. She opened the door to find Thomas pushing Natasha to the floor. Realizing what he was doing, she ran in and plunged the knife into his back. The ensuing screams and commotion caused others passing by to rush in. They saw Thomas lying dead on the floor and Molly holding a bloody knife. Natasha was huddled in a corner hysterical. The authorities were called and both Molly and Natasha were taken away.

Word reached Robert about what had happened. Using his influence, he contacted the authorities and was able to secure Natasha's release. Molly had confessed to the crime and Robert could do nothing for her. He went to the prison to get Natasha. He found her frightened and huddled in the corner of a dirty cell. She ran to him throwing her arms around him. As bad as the circumstances were, Robert felt as though an angel was holding him. The two went to Thomas' house where Natasha gathered her things and went to England.

Natasha relaxed after settling into Robert's house. They had talked most of the day about various things. It was late and Natasha went to her room and Robert went to his. He couldn't sleep and started working of some things at his desk. His door opening caused him to look up. Natasha entered the room.

She was dressed in a robe. "Make love to me," she softly said.

The moment Robert had desired and feared had arrived. "Are you sure?" he quietly asked.

Natasha didn't answer. Her hands slowly went to the fasteners of her robe. Her fingers went to each releasing it. As the last was unfastened, she let the robe drop to the floor. She stood before Robert completely nude.

Robert was completely awestruck. His desire was burning within him. More strongly, however, were his feelings toward this young girl. He stood and walked to her. His arms went around her small frame and they kissed passionately. Together they removed his clothes as they kissed. Robert led her to his bed and they fell upon it.

Natasha pushed Robert onto his back and straddled him. Her hand went to his manhood and aimed it toward her love tunnel. Slowly she eased down impaling herself. A moan escaped Robert's lips as his cock sank into her. Natasha's eyes were closed. Her breath hissed out as her pussy filled with Robert.

Robert too was dissolved in the moment. The age difference between him and Natasha disappeared. He was now with his soul mate. His fingers ran over her body. What he felt was not just skin but love. Her pelvic bone came down to rest on his as his cock almost seemed to touch her heart. He could feel her pussy clamping his rod and releasing it as she flexed her love muscles. Suddenly she moaned loudly as a climax slammed into her. He watched as her face contorted in ecstasy. His hips started to move as they had many years ago.

Robert rolled and Natasha fell with her back on the mattress. As he positioned himself between her splayed legs, he pushed. His cock sank deep into her belly. Natasha's breathing was deep and quick. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads. Robert began pumping with vigor. It had been years since he had felt such passion. An audible cry signaled Natasha's second orgasm. Her body spasmed below him. Although he had been with other women, Robert never remembered feeling such love as he fucked.

His speed increased with his passion. Beneath him, Natasha was meeting his every thrust. Her ass was lifting up pushing him as deep as possible into her. Robert's head was spinning. It had been so long since he had felt this way. His balls erupted as his seed shot from his cock. Natasha, feeling herself being filled, went into her third orgasm. Robert grunted as he felt a long overdue release.

As their bodies returned to normal, Robert and Natasha fell onto their backs next to each other exhausted. Robert leaned over and kissed her deeply. What the world thought didn't matter. Their ages didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He had found his soul mate after years of searching.

Natasha returned the kiss and then got out of the bed. Without a word, She picked up her robe and left the room. Robert watched her as she left. He wanted to say something but there was nothing to say. They had just said volumes to each other without speaking a word. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.