"Go ahead and struggle, Cheryl," his soft voice said. "It won't do you any good. You belong to me, and I'm going to use you for my enjoyment. But firs..., I want to explore my little piece of slave meat." Every muscle in Cheryl's body tensed when he touched her. First, behind her ear, then slowly drawing a circle down her neck, to the soft skin of her full breasts. Teasing the nipples, never giving them any more than a soft brush, he played with her breasts for a few minutes, grinning as she. There was a copse of birch not too far away, some good hickory maybe, but I didn't see none. I was from south Ohio, down by the river, and I missed hickory sometimes. Sedgie and the boy took off looking for wood and I was setting to cleaning a fox and a couple hares we'd come across that morning. Didn't ever eat fox before, but it wasn't much different than skinning a dog. The pelt might get me a couple hands at a table later anyway, so I was being neat with it. Might even get me a Frenchie. I had dressed up incredibly sexily, I wore a tiny little black dress that was highly provocative. It was mostly sheer and you could see every little curve of my body. The material solidified when it reached my crotch, covering up my vagina and ass, as well as my breasts. Although, my under boobs were showing quite clearly and the dress was short enough that if I bent over, everyone would be able to see that I was going commando. I worried a little that I had completely misjudged it, and I would. My Moms parents lived in California, so it was the distance more than anything that meant we didn’t see them that often, though I loved it when I saw Moms parents, they were great. Mom was an only child, so I was the only grandchild they had.Mom and Dad had invited them to our new home for the thanksgiving celebration, his Dad had grudgingly agreed, Dad had paid for the tickets for Moms parents to come, but I didn’t know if he had done the same for his parents.It would be nice having the family.