A slave boy picked up my bags and I followed her staring at her voluptuous ass covered in the black cloth.Jumping in the back i glimpsed the only fle...h of her on show a pair of dust covered but not unattractive feet clad in leather sandals.We went along the main street for what seemed an age then turned of up a cobbled street to the top of a hill where a gated house stood the gates opening in front of us as we trotted in. Greeted by a male slave I climbed down followed by Dorcas. I was greeted. My sister graduated 11 years ago with a BS in business, and I went to college at Virginia. Did you live on campus or commute?” she asked.“I commuted. My parents lived in Valley Forge and it was where I grew up. It was expensive enough to just go there and did not need the extra expense for room and board.” he told her, looking into her beautiful green eyes.“That’s cool. I lived on campus. My last three years I was rooming with Gina. We’ve stayed pretty close since then, as you can see… I grew. Which indeed is what I was sporting when Vanessa’s sexy voice first shattered the calm of my island paradise. ‘That’s a very nice flag-pole you’ve got there,’ said a voice that seemed to embrace me with its feminine warmth. ‘But I don’t see any flag.’ I immediately took the straw hat that was hiding my eyes from the sun and relocated it over my engorged member. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ I shrieked, being, in my hermit-like existense, somewhat rusty in the art of polite conversation. ‘Well,. Go figure. ‘SAMUEL HOWARD GRAY! I think I asked you something?’ Mom stated arms crossed. ‘See… seven hours.’ ‘SEVEN HOURS!’ She shrieked her hands flowing out, ‘You mean you skipped lunch?’ ‘Yeah?’ A small voice quickened which I later recognized was mine. ‘Sally… I fell asleep. I’m sorry.’ Gwen said looking down nervously. Mom looked at her. ‘I’m not mad at you honey. I’m furious at this irresponsible brat I have given birth to.’ I gulped. Mom was seriously pissed. Gwen looked equally.