I lied swiftly, opening my door. Okay, Ill talk to you when I get home. I followed her downstairs and saw her out. I watched her climb into her car an... pull out of the driveway. After that I went in search of my father. I found him dressed in a pair of sweats and a wifebeater on a chaise by the pool. Glad to be rid of my mom, I stripped from the dress and boots, and crossed the lawn clad in my bikini thongs and matching push-up bra. Without a word, I strode pass my father and dove into the. She seemed to sit up straighter and even pushed her magnificent chest out. "All of them are my children." Ah, um, ah, how many are um, all of them?" I asked suspiciously."There are seventeen," She said with a smile in her voice.I was astounded, "Wow, you must have a very happy husband."She again looked at me questioningly, turned and asked one of the older kids something in French then turned back to me, "No, no, there is no husband. These are all only my children."This was more information. ” As he sat down, I noticed a wet spot in his jeans and a huge lump, lipstick all over his mouth and huge smile.I said,”Ya’ll need to get a damn room!” We all laughed loud at that and she asked me, “Did we look bad?” I laughed and said, “Ya’ll were straight fucking with your clothes on! That got another laughed as he said, “Bruh, she fucking made me nut man!”I looked at her as she was biting her lower lip and said, “You nasty girl! You did that on purposed! Did you?!” She closed her eyes and. Nude, like her, but aroused. Like her, if she was honest with herself. This was one reason why she'd given herself -- completely -- to the cruelest, most unforgiving woman she could find. She needed it.The slave was laying on a narrow, hard wooden bench. Her arms were cuffed together under the bench and her legs had been pulled back and spread into a split, with her swollen, hairless cunt helplessly spread at the bottom. Her ankles were tied with rough rope and to anchors set into the floor.Her.