" Expecting a delay in dinner, Jane Marie and I adjourned to the front porch to visit. Much time passed and I was ready to eat without our parents whe... I heard their approach.Father appeared with Mrs. Whitfield three steps behind him. He held a rope leading to her wrists and wrapped tightly around them to hold them together. When he stopped, she stopped behind him, tensing the rope guiding her."Do you mind if a slave-girl eats at the table with us?" Father asked.Mrs. Whitfield's appearance. The first few times, he brought in take-out food for supper, because Kristen had essentially quit cooking. Just for something to share with his mother, Dex had helped with cooking for years, earning more of his father's ridicule. He was certainly not accomplished, but could do a decent job on a few dishes. He started bringing ingredients and preparing the meal. After the third time, it finally got through to Kristen what she had fallen into, and she started cooking again.It was obvious to Dex. Her feelings surged. She had intended to snuggle up with her back to her father, but instead she found herself facing him, as he lay on his back. She had to push her hot privates against him. She just had to!Tom woke with a start. What was that smell? His penis was filling as fast as it could possibly fill. Someone had just climbed into bed next to him -- his daughter Sally, and the smell was coming from her. He needed to tell her to go back to bed. But for some reason he couldn't possibly do. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age in a militaristic environment by his father, and not only him as his base of operations was close to their home, most of the time entire units that were stationed there from time to time during different OPs, spend their time around Damien’s home, Army Rangers,.