After stabling and grooming the horse, while Netty stood sweating, naked in the sun, I led her to another whipping post I had installed at the back of...the clearing where my house stood. Warily eyeing the iron handle sticking out of a red hot brazier, she asked, "What are you going to do?" Le's get somethin' straight right now, girl! I don't care what fool notions ol' Franklin put in yore empty little head. In my house, slaves speak when spoken to, an' they call me 'Master'! You got that!". An attractive woman dressed in a caravan outfit like Silvitya’s and a 12-year old boy stood guard with crossbows over the campsite and three children. The children, a girl and two young boys, huddled together under the wagon. Alexandrekt introduced Silvitya to his wife, Stepkakta, and a nephew, Nowackt.They moved out immediately and returned to the main road, even though it was close to sunset. The boy watched the back of the wagon while the former guard rode his horse in front. Alexandrekt’s. The love and adoration I felt weighed heavy in my chest.I also felt a morning erection. I quite liked the prospect of making love to Sia in the morning. Would she be too sore? Where was she? The bed was empty.“Morning, Dad,” she said with a shy smile, her mismatched eyes studying me as she came out of the bathroom wearing a thick white terry robe. Tendrils of hair had escaped her ponytail to frame her face. She looked so sweet.“You better get up. It’s six-thirty.”“So?”She gave another shy. She smiled her wicked, sweet smile and moved back toward my cock. Heaven knew nothing on the feeling of her swollen, ripe pussy moving across my body."Please, oh please, please," I begged."No, you promised," she pouted, her soft, pierced bottom lip poked out.Sitting over me, she moved her hand behind her, and, dearest heaven, I felt it moving toward my cock. She was going to touch it, she was going to feel my pre-cum soaked underwear. Would she get mad if it got on her fingers? Would she hate.