“It was great, I wish it was Dad but it’s the thought, the reason you got it that’s important. Also I can actually go places now so that’s a p...us,” I answer and add a little to help relieve tension. After talking and Christmas dinner which isn’t as nervous as some dinners have been over the past few months. Everyone talks, about me, each other and just relaxes. I’m not the focus of all the attention and when we finally finish and I head to my room Beth follows me in to talk some more. “So. "Well, you haven't earned that right yet, but Ihave a feeling you will." He reached down beside the chair and pulled up atattered washcloth with a rope tied to it."Tie that around your waist, slave!" He tossed it to me and I almoststumbled out of the square. It was an old dishcloth, stained and holed. Itied the rope around my waist. My dick tented up the cloth, and the pulsinghead found one of the holes and peeped out."I want you barefoot and naked most of the time slave, but this is properwork. Even worse, I was soon followed by a group of curious urchins and I hidaway as much as possible. I was uncomfortable in their scrutiny andwanted to hide in the wagon but Zula almost dragged me out. "You needthe air, and anyway, I have work for you to do," and she set me atpeeling some vegetables and tending to the fire. Although the dress waslong skirted, I was aware of the strange nakedness underneath and keptmy legs well tucked under me. I fretted at the domestic tasks and begancounting the. I can see his cock properly now, he’s about thirty I’d guess, and his cock is sturdy and long, the head that appears shiny and well lubricated with his own excitement, is well flushed with blood, almost blue in his obvious excitement. He moves nearer and his cock slaps my mouth, rubs across my lipstick lips, smears them with a little of his tasty pre-cum. My hands are tied tightly beside my sides, so I cannot touch it even though I would like to stroke it, but also at the same time I cannot.