Her legs were together, I slid my cock up and down the crack of her bum and her legs. Sometimes I probed it firmly into her bum-crack and she would p...sh up against me. She was moving her body in tune with the stroking of my cock and balls. When I put it in her armpit she closed her arm against my cock while I stroked back and forth. Onto her back again with up, down and sideways movements. Then down over her bum, sideways over each of those luscious globes and stroking up and down her legs,. “I am going to bed,” he spoke though the door again, defeat claiming his voice. “Just remember if you need me, I am here.” I wanted to cry, all he wanted to do was help me. But who was going to help him? My mother had been his everything. She was a stay at home mom. She did the bills, she cooked the meals, she took care of him in all ways, even sexually. Sexually? Did I just think of my mother pleasing my father in a sexual way? I guess I never really took the time to think what my father was. ’ He then looked at Greg. Laura was mystified at what he was trying to say, but said nothing. Paul sank into the pillow and sighed happily. Things were now set. He turned to Laura and motioned for her to come closer. Greg moved to his left to allow her room. ‘I dreamt I saw your mother. She looked so beautiful.’ Laura looked at him in alarm and knew the time was close. ‘You did?’ she asked, barely able to speak. ‘She wants me to come with her.’ Tears began to stream down Laura’s face as she. " Oh." I tried to hide my disappointment. "How long will you keep me?" As long as I want," Mr. Reiser said. "Maybe forever." What?" I giggled. "You can't keep me when I'm old. I was freeborn." The law says I can keep you until you're thirty-six," Mr. Reiser shrugged. "Twenty years. Do you think you'll want to leave me when you're that old?" I don't know." I frowned at that because I couldn't even imagine being twenty."Most slaves don't," the man told me, sounding like he knew all about it. "If.