?Each toe had a pliable bottom pad and a wisp of short hair on top.? The skin looked soft and seemed soexposed.? Bare feet signaled hissubmission to h...r. Her slave never wore shoes around the house ? his idea;though, she would have ordered it if she had thought of it.? Every morning before first light, he fetchedthe newspaper for her, padding barefoot down the 300-foot-long, gravel andasphalt drive to the street and back ?regardless of spring rains, burningsummer sun, or when autumn frost. “She said she was too tired after she came. Told me to finish myself and get some sleep.”“That bitch,” Abbey snapped. Daddy looked into her eyes. “It’s true, Daddy!” Her voice was adamant. “She gets this big, perfect Daddy dick to fuck her until she has cummies and then tells you to buzz off? It’s sinful, Daddy. Just sinful!”Abbey sat up and pushed the covers from her legs. It was too dark to see the wet spot on her panties, but Abbey could smell it. She hoped Daddy could, too.She leaned over. While I was sucking it I thought my jaw would fall off. I wish my husband was this thick. After cumming all over my baby's face, I climbed on top of him and straddled his cock without putting it inside of me. I ground my slit back and forth on his hard pole, covering it in my juices. "Mommy, how do you get it so wet?" My son's eyes were closed and he was breathing hard. I guided his hands to my ass and had him grip it as I ground. I wanted that thick cock to fill me up so bad, but I wanted to. Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree.