”“You can’t do that. You’re jail bait and so am I. A man could go to jail if he fucked us.”“He wouldn’t go to jail if no one told” Dai...y said defiantly. “I wouldn’t tell. Would you? Maybe I will go to meet him and suck on his cock. It would be so sexy and wonderful and so much better than with my asshole boyfriend.”“I wouldn’t tell either. But what you are doing sounds so sexy and scary. You’re so much more advanced than me.”“It’s so unfair that girl’s like us can’t have sex with men if we want. (If motherwas just going to be seen by family, to pick my sorry ass up and headhome, mother would definitely be wearing one of her 'house frau'dresses or jeans and a t-shirt, but not sweats, mother detests sweats.)Mother spritzes me with some rosewater, (not my usual dousing inperfume I make a mental note of that), 'just to get the last of the'stinkweed' out of me and we head out of the shower room. None of thetruckers are still around, but wait the first one to spank me, thegiant one,. After long kiss I stopped to tel her to make sure of her doubts and we can see what to do later. After about 2 months my second child had come . my wife soon back to work and the baby was taken care almost by my sister as my wife spent most of her day outside . The newly born baby was a boy and looked liked different than his brother . One day my sister phoned me to come to her home in a moment , I wondered the reason she said now. I rushed to her , she was in a desperate condition , like some. Legs flying everywhere. Being tossed in the air. I was almost bounced out despite all efforts to hang on as she kicked and bucked, coming again and again before passing out. It was wonderful. I carried her to the bedroom, put her in bed and covered her over.Did she learn her lesson? The lesson taught by a cruel master to a poor, little sex slave?Before I fell asleep, I felt her hand on my cock and the touch of her lips on my ear.“How long was I chained down there?” she whispered.“An hour and a.