They are worked to death, sometimes literally. Men, women, and children, some less than eight years old, work in those hell holes known as factories a...d mills for twelve hours at a time. The noise is deafening, the fumes and dust are injurious to their health, and the machinery kills and injures scores of workers each day.I saw some of the wounds suffered: limbs severed, eyes blinded, skin scalded and burnt. The owners of those factories and mills wouldn't keep their horses and hounds in such. They both are so pretty.”“Let’s take some time and see where this all goes, OK?”“OK, I’m going to work for a while, I’ve got tickets to be delivered by messenger later,” he said giving me a high-five, as he turned and walked away.“What was that for, anyway?” I asked him.He didn’t answer, but he did have a big grin on his face.I believe Anne is making an impression on him, but I don’t want to embarrass him by asking too many questions.Back in my room, I booted up my Mac, and looked for real. My cock fell limp long before my hungry sister stopped sucking it. I fell in love with her. She finally released her hold on my spent member. Licking up every drop of spilled seed from my crotch.“Janie,” I breathlessly whispered, “that was amazing.”She grinned at me, cum still dripping from her chin. Then crawling slowly up my body, she planted a cummy kiss on my mouth. I’ve tasted my cum before after masturbating, so it wasn’t strange. I kissed her with no apprehensions. My seed was smeared on. It was a white convertible. I smiled.I checked the front of my jeans. I wonder were she was. I took a big scan of the rest area. I saw a sign for a foot trail. There was a a picnic area behind some tress not to far from the rest area. I could not see anybody or anything behind the big trees. I walked back to check the women's rest room. She was not in there. I followed the foot trail to the picnic area. I held my breath as I stood still. Only a few feet away, I saw her. She had her back turn to.