." said Trevor."And I was hoping you would accept me as your slave. I know you're gay, and I'm hoping that, even though I'm not worthy you will let me...serve you. I'm yours to use as you wish. I'll serve you the best I can, and if you get bored with me you can give me or sell me to anyone you want and I'll serve them." You're right, you don't deserve this. But if you promise never to come on to anyone ever again, and accept the fact that you will be severely punished, I'll allow you to be my. .SMELLS SOGOOD..IT SUCKS AT MY TONGUE SO GOOD..I CAN TASTE YOURANAL JUICES. I CAN ALMOST EVEN TASTE YOUR SHIT..”Britney was almost delirious with depravity as she ateout her mother’s ass with ravenous butt hunger. Thebitter, oily taste of anal grease her tongue scraped offof her mother’s anal walls was driving her nuts withdesire. It started to flow more and more and Britneycould tell she was about to make her mother cum anally,like she did ever so often when she rimmed her. I decided I had to ‘fess up, honesty had to be the best policy here, surely. ‘Er, yes?’ I stammered, intoning it almost as a question. ‘Sorry…’ I trailed off and looked at my shoes. ‘Don’t apologise.’ she said, and turned back to the TV. I thought for a moment she might let the matter drop, leaving me wondering what she was thinking and certainly not wanting to wanted to ask. Suddenly, impulsively, she turned back to me. ‘Do you want to kiss me?’ she grinned impishly. I decided I did. — How do. It was okay while mom was there but when she left I started thinking about the room I was in, the bridal suite. That was some depressing thinking!I asked Uncle Sean where I could stay more permanent like."Wal, Kathy, as you see we built a bunch of new log cabins for the guests last year. I've been using the old ones for the married hands to stay in or for storage. I got a real nice one up the hill under that big ol' cottonwood tree. It's nice and shady during the summer and has a great view all.