“How d’yuo mean?” Tommy asked. “Walking away from tha’crash,” he replied.“Aye, hardly a scratch,” Tommy agreed.“And thee driver?”...signalman asked.“He was screaming a bit but he shut up now, priority is rule 55 ent it,” Tommy replied.“Tha’ll mek a fine railwayman, have a brew and go back and if he’s dead nick his watch before some other bugger does.”“Tha’s a callous bugger,” Tommy replied.“Not if driver were one Ted Moresely,” Signalman explained, “Bastard said I put signals back agin him. Dad sat on the couch laughing at some television show while mother sat next to him knitting, smiling politely but probably paying the show no attention. I had been sitting on the floor before the couch, my back against it, when mother sat down to be with dad and I. The couch itself was another act by dad that we should life like Westerners did - we even sat in chairs at a table for our meals.I immediately realized how close we were, her knees and calves nearly couching my upper arm and. ‘I should thank you for giving me a reason to get out those old things. I let them alone for too long, I need to be reminded of him more often.’ She sits down on the couch across from him and just looks him over for a few minutes. ‘I won’t lie to you, Mr. Blume. What pleasure you find over the next few hours won’t be of your own choosing, and you are going to experience some things you would really rather not, in ways you would really rather not. You already know that you are basically helpless. I don’t have panties or bra. Everyone will be able to see everything!”I barely had the words out of my mouth when I was sent reeling backwards by a harsh slap across the face. Sprawled on my back, I looked up at Daddy in shock as he rose up from the couch to stand over me.“I think you have missed the point. I expect complete obedience from you Cherry. You are nothing but Daddy’s little cum slut now. Sluts don’t need underwear. You will dress so I have access to your body and holes at all time..