I’ll be very interested in what you have to say for yourself at the reunion in five years.”I grinned at that. “With your shield or on it, Mrs. R...gers,” I replied, quoting the orders given to Spartan hoplites before going off to war. Either come home carrying your shield, victorious, or come home carried on your shield as a makeshift stretcher. No other choices were allowed. Conquer or die.“Precisely.”Jeana and I moved to the parking lot, and I followed my family to a restaurant in Cockeysville.. None of us had seen that coming.“Do we have a cut-off?” I asked, looking at the half-empty bottle of rum sitting on the table.“Not yet,” Sammie replied.“I’m not drunk,” Reba replied. “I am just asking for confirmation of my observations.”“OK,” I replied, confirming that “Sammie has bigger boobs and a nice ass.”“You don’t count,” Reba shot back, “You’re married to her.”I could tell something was afoot, because Reba wasn’t letting the subject go. In fact, she was taking the discussion places none. ” “I think I do. Hannah Stenhouse? You look a lot like her. We dated 25 years ago.” Maggie looked surprised, but she just nodded. “How old are you?” “Twenty-five.” Anthony immediately felt nauseous. This woman in front of him, must be his daughter. She must be the reason Hannah didn't come with him all those years ago. He was in so much shock about this, that he barely thought about the fact that he had just fucked his daughter. He didn't even know how to tell her. Had Hannah told her about. How they enjoyed watching his yellow tail swing as he waddled on all fours, his smiling leather-clad guards cutting his back and buttocks with their whips to ensure vigorous movement, movement which ensured the excitement of his prostate and kept his cock rigid like a fifth leg. The pain of the whips, the feeling from cock and anus combined with the noise and scent of the women thrilled his subconscious masochism; though bewildered by his predicament, his cock pulsed and stiffened as he thought.