Then his drinking became a problem and the business suffered. Before an early death he raised Bo and taught him the family secrets. Namely the place i... the bayou where the last shack and still were.It was staffed by a couple of 'African Americans' whom were descendants of his families past employs. Bo would ride out with a load of food, empty bottles and pick up a load of shine a week and deliver it to the buyers. It was enough to keep the remainder of the plantation alive and staffed. One. So you can all relax. Hell, I don't even like him!"I turned and left the room then. Maybe if they had a chance to discuss it they would decide to give me the benefit of the doubt. Or maybe they had heard the rumors about what I looked like when I left his office on Friday and were of the opinion that I was fucking my uncle, which was true of course.I went down the hall to my uncle's office. His receptionist looked up when I entered. She made no attempt to hide her loathing and I didn't blame. “I bet you’ve toyed with your drippy snatch time and time while you thought of me, you little pervert, haven’t you?” I tried not to answer, really, But then she found my nub and coaxed it from its sheath, and I was lost. Sparkles exploded in my loins, and I admitted my defeat. “Yes!” I gasped, burning up with shame and gyrating my hips. “Every single night.” Her hand retreated and left me full of want. Why did she have to look so pretty with that evil smirk playing over her lips? “Then owe up. She masterbated me slowly so there was no chance I'd spew my load all over her hands and not where I indended to later, and I had enjoyed the bj she'd given me earlier, so as she sat next to me I said "pull my undies down, get your head down there and suck my cock" . She kneeled over me, pushed my jeans down, undid my shoes allowing her to take them off, pulled my jeans and undies off allowing me to raise my knees. I opened my legs and added "now you can lick my balls as well". She squatted.