You know she was a slave?" She didn't tell me. Didn' stay long with me." So, what happened?" Oh, she's a cute one, that scamp. Now the darling of the ...rummer boys she is. Guess they're more her age than rascals like you, y'big bull with your grizzly beard and ferocious horn."I felt my face, trying to remember the last time I scraped it. "Is she now their pet?" I said."Oh yes, she has them right around her little finger. They's all doing her beck and call, and she's teaching them tricks in her. ”I pulled her close to me. “You are not wearing the clothes I bought you.”“I don’t want to wear that, it gives you too many ideas.”“I pulled off her shorts and panties.” She didn’t argue which was a good thingbecause I was pretty mad already she wasn’t wearing the shirt and thong underwear I got for her.I set her up a stool and spread her legs apart. I ran my hands along her thighs and then beganto rub her between the legs. Come on honey, get nice and wet for Dad. Hmm, that’s better. It. Hated all of them really, the entire family, and Suzanne wasn’t at all sure why. For a family full of talkers, they could be strangely silent on subjects they didn’t wish to acknowledge. There was, of course, no right answer to her mother’s remark. So Suzanne went back to reading, looking for the details of the disposition, the part she knew her mother was really interested in knowing about–as long as someone would explain it to her, that was. As long as it didn’t interfere in her carefully. I put my mouth again on his meat, knowing he was unlikely to cum that way. Sucking the head, running my tongue around the rim behind it, licking all over it, I heard again the change in his breathing. Once more, I stopped, and when he was no longer about to cum, I resumed work with my hand, jerking it toward me face. For reasons known only to himself, he enjoyed having his cock in my warm, moist mouth, but refused to cum there, instead choosing to pour his hot white cream over my face and body,.