He could have asked for another one to do his room, a girl more to his tastes. Slim, petite, bronze-skinned, black-haired, with an accentuated mound, ...erky little breasts, and readily erect dark nipples. They had one at the farm, he had seen her when he arrived, working in the vegetable garden. He had seen others, too, whom he had found attractive. He didn't feel it was worth the effort, though. And besides, the girl was clean, soft and warm, smelled good, talked little, and, as he had heard. She did have the opportunityto dominate me on a couple of occasions when we would bet onsomething or another, and I would let her win. She was evenbeginning to understand that women spent far too long putting ontheir makeup and getting dressed.It wasn't like she had much of anything else to do after makingsure the house was clean and my dinner was cooked. The more shebitched about how hard it was to look good, the more she waspunished later. It wasn't like I didn't do anything to make herhappy.. She feltsorry for Daddy, and for me also. But when Daddy told her what he wantedto do, she agreed to help him.Maybe she could see her two-timing husband in me too, and like Daddy, shewanted to wipe away that image. Or maybe she just did not like boys.She always said so.Of course, Rachel had known my mother. She said that I looked nothinglike her, even when she had me wearing her clothes, as I had to, everyday after school. That was the first thing that she and Daddy had me do.And they had. "It was then that I had to feel if his cock in me would be as good as Bob used to be." She said. "GOD, it felt like I had a log shoved up into me, and all I could think of was him fucking my brains out, and he was well on his way to doing just that!, That's when I saw your friends had also came into the room and I was so far delierious that I motioned Bill to come over and I sucked his cock without even thinking about what I was doing. I just know that I wanted to share the feelings that I was.