Meine heile, wundervolle Welt in der ich lebte sah ihre letzten fr?hlichen Tage.Seit meiner Hochzeit mit Ben war mein Leben eine einzige Party gewesen... Unser sch?nes, grosses Anwesen bei Norfolk (Richmond) war bev?lkert von emsigen Bediensteten, Sklaven und G?sten, die kamen und gingen wie die Gezeiten des Meeres.Rauschende Feste und Landpartieen waren der Mittelpunkt meines Daseins.Ben hatte von seinem Vater ein unerm?ssliches Verm?gen, den Familiensitz und eine Baumwollplantage in Mississippi. What do you want?" Not much," she said, conscious of the warmth where Betsy's thigh was touching her own. "Just to have your daddy screw my mom."Betsy jumped visibly. "W-What?" Hey--it's not like he's a real straight arrow, you, know. Your daddy has already fucked me twice--and he made me go down on him, too. But he paid that back by eating my pussy later. So, I guess he can do the same things to my mother that he did to me. She's real lonely, and kind of straight, so I figured to get her out. .." "Ah settle down John, don't get your little man panties in a wad. Here's my bet, you can accept or decline. And it has no bearing on your living status here. Other than knowing that you'll be admitting the Cowgirls will lose. But if you win the bet, Peggy will be your sex slave for the evening. You can do to her whatever you wish. She's already agreed to this. If I win the bet, you'll have to be my sex slave for the night. Which somewhere along the line will involve Peggy anyway, so it's. And that we have displayed sufficient struggle to ensure we can treat it as a one time thing should we wake up devastated and full of regret.The distance my hand has to travel from hip to her stomach is minuscule, but actually travelling changes everything between us. Her shirt is pushed up easily and I have a second to feel the muscles in her stomach, a body as hard as life seems to be as of late and a second to wonder if I have made a mistake before I feel her lips touching the skin on my.