"No." Robert lied. "How are things going?" his dad asked."Fine." Robert said, with each lie feeling like another nail in his coffin.Robert hated to li..., but had promised his mother not to talk to his dadabout his feelings. He was all twisted up inside. Robert's dad, unaware ofhis son's inner turmoil, admired the angel that Robert bought his motherfor the Christmas tree. After a beer and relaxing with the news on television, Robert and hismother went off to Burger King for supper. As they. I had fitted it out. There was a wooden bench, a sink with running water, an old mattress, some iron rings set into the walls, and a small fridge, stocked with drinks.And my recording equipment.The plan had been for me to grab her on the other side of town, put her in my white Transit van and bring her to my place. This was to be the week following. I had been checking the equipment in the cellar, making sure the video and stills cameras were loaded and ready to go. As a security precaution my. Iz glad you liked me." Her bladder was bursting. "Iz got to pee, bad, Massa. Please take me outside." Sure thing," he replied, grabbing her chain and leading her outside. She was less self conscious this morning as she squatted and began to piss on the dusty ground in front of the cabin as her master watched intently."You like watchin' yo' nigger pee for you, don't you, Massa?" she said looking up at him, smiling."Er, yeah," he replied. In spite of just having cum in his slave while she slept. Ten o'clock couldn't come around fast enough. I wanted to fuck my mother again!I went down stairs about an hour later to get my dinner and was surprised to see that my sister was still here. She was lounging on the couch again, in the same position as before. I was wearing a pair of shorts and was barefoot and shirt-less. I took her in. Her bottle-blonde hair had been teased out and framed her pretty face which was heavily made up; black mascara and eyeliner, mauve eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and.