I know he has seen my polaroid collection. I know he’s seen my videos. I know he has cum to all of those things. It’s a sure thing that my son wil... want this. He will want me. I want to serve him. I want to be his toy. His sub. His. I decide that this is going to happen.I close my robe and open my bedroom door. I peek around the corner to look downstairs and I can see the lights are off but the tv is still on. They are out. I hear music in my oldest boys room. I knock and open the door to come. They seemed to contain their own burning embers deep within. I reached up to brush a fingertip over the black lashes and felt my own eyes narrowing, drifting as I lost myself in his verdant depths. ‘Your lashes are amazing,’ I said. ‘It almost looks like you’re wearing mascara.’ John laughed and slipped an arm behind my back, pulling me closer. ‘Pretty eyes,’ I whispered, as his lips touched mine for the first time. John’s lips were soft and dry and tasted slightly of beer. They parted. My back scratched against the tree as I came, writhing and screaming, senseless to my surroundings. But the ball didn’t stop, keeping me almost suspended in another state of orgasmic anticipation. I closed my eyes, giving in, letting the thing work alone inside of me, abandoned myself to my fate. And then it left. My lips tingled at the absence; my canal emptied of its chief joy. I opened my eyes, expecting to see it rolling like a marble away from me, wondering if I would scoop it back up to. Davidson said that, at present, he bought smaller herds from local ranchers, consolidating them until he had enough to hire men to make a drive further north. He held out hope that the railroad might reach Wichita by the next season, but made sure he didn't promise such. He had sources of sale standing in the wings, eager to buy at what they were sure would be a lower price, since there would be less expense for the owners in transportation costs. He did everything he could to entice this man.