He's from down near my farm. I want you to put on a good dress, brush your hair, keep your chin up and be polite to him. No smart arse, understand? Oh... and ear bobs, if you please, the gold ones."Anne sighed, chewing her dry toast. "Who is he?" Thomas Vanmeter. I think you've met. He certainly thinks highly of you. He and his parents were at the wedding, very old family, slave trade mostly. Not sure now, but prosperous."Anne shook her head, tumbling her long and unruly curls. "Never heard of. She was servicing up to 50 cocks a day now and she loved it. Gary thought she was still working at the roadhouse as a waitress and never knew she was being a cheap slut fuck-whore. Even letting her now father-in-law fuck her pregnant cunt. He enjoyed that he was fucking his son’s wife and his son didn't have a clue his father was pumping his wife full of his creamy thick cum.Eventually Gary's dad didn't bother going to the motel, instead he told Helen to stay at the flat and he would bring. I set the timer for 30 minutes and sank into the tub for the prescribed soak. When the timer went off, I drained the tub and turned on the shower, using strawberry shampoo and conditioner on my long hair. Once that was completed and rinsed away, I used the honeysuckle body wash. My legs were to be shaved and once in a while, Daddy wanted my little pussy shaved bare. After my shower, I wasn’t permitted to dry my body until I stood on the rug at the end of our bed. Daddy would then either give me. "We stayed up pretty late and got up very late the next day. We didn'thave a lot of time before Scott would be showing up for practice so wejust had cold cereal for breakfast. Cindy mentioned that there was acarnival in a neighboring town that weekend. It sounded like a lot offun and we decided to go to it after practice."Do you always sleep with your makeup on?" Brenda asked me while we atebreakfast."Sometimes." I was afraid to take it off around the girls. I was afraidthey would see that I.