It wasn’t about that at all.“So, Daddy, you know that Mom slipped into bed with us last night? We kinda ... took advantage of you in your sleep, t...e two of us. A full family threesome. Technically, one could call it rape, but it wasn’t that, was it?” Amy grinned impishly as Cassie walked into the bathroom behind us and started kissing my upper back.“You can’t rape the willing, babe. Never could. What about Billie? Did she end up with Dieter, Samantha, Elisabeth, Roger? Who?” I inquired. A horse would understand an elephant, more or less, since horses are the air-heads of the equine breeds, and a zebra would understand a mountaingoat, although they wouldn't have much in common to discuss. The two new friends who the humans called Mr. Bigfoot and Patches had much to discuss. "They're not as stupid as most two-footers," explained 'Mr. Bigfoot'. (I will maintain the twofooters nomenclature, as the UASL translations are untranslatable concepts.) "Although they are about as blind. We doze but do not sleep, we revel in the feel of our nakedness next to each other and now and again kiss passionately praying the night will never end. All too soon the sun is up and the clock says 8:50am. Not saying a word we slowly dress in our going home clothes and walk down the stairs gripping each other’s hand tightly. I look at the clock in the hallway and it says 8:59. A lump appears in my throat and we both whirl round to clutch hold of the person we love before our bodies and hearts. He attached a leash to her collar and handed it to Plum. “Take Peaches down to Tigra and tell her that the Massa wants her tits ringed. I’ll be along presently.”Plum happily obeyed her Massa. She knew that Breezy would have to get her tits ringed. That was normal. All female slaves got their tits ringed.One again Breezy was driven down to a new level of humiliation. She was completely naked! Even the nigger slaves on the plantation wore some kind of clothing. And she was being lead by this.