“You are very kind, but I want to keep things fun so that we don't get bored with a routine.”My new game is called “Run-away slaves.” Sandra g...ggled. “I think I know where this is going. I read several accounts about what happened to run-away slave girls in the old south. I got wet every time.” He told them that four of them will run away and hide in the woods. They will be hunted by eight of the security unit. If and when caught they will be whipped, fucked and returned to him by the slave. I watched her walk to the kitchen and felt another pair of hands cover my eyes.I knew this was Tamara. I turned and she had an evil grin. "She wants you. And from the look in your eyes, you have the same desire." Yes and no. Cat is a great kid. I have known her for a couple of years. I feel like a lecherous uncle," I said with a little sad reality in my voice. "Baby, I love the ladies. I love to see a sexy lady walk by and wonder if she is as good as she looks. If I didn't think that way, you. We have had many long talks about this and as far as I know I am the only man to fuck her but, she and we have fucked a lot of women. She always meets them they talk maybe go for drinks or dinner and soon to our lake house where they have long passion bond sex for the first of many times to follow before she'll bring them home to meet me. Over the years she has started taking the panties there first time having them write there names address and phone on them dates them and has a box of about. One of them saw my halter top and my little brown bumps, in front. I saw my nipples getting stiffer, too. I Felt His warmth, from His Brown hands, getting so close to my chest, Hdndgcbd Daddy, but He didn't touch my, stick out, nipples, Daddy!I squealed for You, anyway, just because I'm Your Woman and not theirs, Daddy!I looked up from the carpet, through my wavy blond hair and smiled at them as they rushed away.When You were done in there, You saw me standing alone, waiting for You, the way.