I got real close and gave her a kiss on the cheek while pulling her hair just above her neck ever so slightly since the bar was crowded. as a slight m...an comes out of her mouth i tell her she's my piece of meat and has to do anything i want. as he bows her head i make her repeat and say yes master. Before we go upstairs i run my hand down her back to make sure shes not wearing a bra or underwear. since we are in a secluded corner im able to slip my hand under her dress to make sure the filthy. To not be able to dress how you want.To have this ugly thing between your legs. But I am a father now andthere are certain things that are expected of a man. I had to set anexample to my children.Nelly gave me this brief look like I had done something wrong. I lookedat her quizzically but she said nothing further and seemed to acceptwhat I had said.Aaron had rushed back upstairs and taken the dress off.I was getting older now, I was no longer one of the first men in theraces. In fact some. We laid out the rug and opened the picnic basket, surprisingly it was quite substantial justifying the cost the bottle of wine a good quality red. The afternoon was warm so seeing as there was no one around we stripped off a bit, if anyone came by we at first sight would look as though we were in our swimmers, but we were clear of the path and low shrubbery shielded us pretty well.The warmth, sound of nature and the red wine relaxed us more as we lay back after the lunch I got the idea of. Or so she said.“Cash,” she said. “Strictly cash.” And so it was. Having an income made her a target for the layabouts. Having a child ... not so much. And the child was mouthy. Couple of weeks and the layabouts stopped pestering the widow.“She’s attractive,” they said. “But that kid.”They had one thing that set them apart; tools. Special tools. Planers and table saws, woodworking and air tools. And they were building a BOAT! The woman seemed to know what she was doing.“Skilled ... she’s.