Mary's face was red and flush, her forehead had beads fo sweat running down, and more than that Tyrone could smell the scent of wet cuchie. Tyrone smi...ed seeming very happy about the situation that he had walked into. Mary on the other hand had never been so embarrassed in her life. Mary quickly ordered Tyrone to get out, but instead he walked over to her bed still wearing a smug smile on his face. As Tyrone walked over to the bed he noticed that he stepped on something, as he looked down he. “Down on all fours, like a good bitch.” He panted, struggled free from the rest of his clothing. “Get ready.” The last words were more of a growl, he was changing.This time I did not watch. I was kneeling, one had between my legs, rubbing my clit. More growling and panting behind me. His fast-hot breath brushed my crotch and my wet fingers as he sniffed me. I withdrew my hand, to steady myself on the floor. He jumped me straight away. With such force that I was pushed forward. I gasped as his. You supposed it was their way of grieving and could never blame them for that. They moved away shortly after the tragic event and you haven't heard from them since. Your older sister, who had given birth only weeks before Lauren was born, moved back to your mum's house and they both rallied around you.Your family dynamics were a little unusual. You could see the puzzled look on peoples faces as they tried to work out how you were all related. Puzzlement soon turned to sympathy when they heard. A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. I was surprised to see my daughter Victoria. I was glad to see her. Though Victoria is very much a Daddy’s girl, I didn’t see her often since she had been away to college at UCLA. My daughter is a beautiful latin mix. She also has a wicked streak that she no doubt inherited from me. Makes me proud. She knows about my dungeon, though not about my hobby of selling women into slavery. We shared a bottle of wine and she confessed she had a favor to.