.. and all the junk ... Daddy had to ask me for permission to hunt. First, I had him set up the Permission To Hunt contract, then I charged him a doll...r for his Hunt release.It's only fair. When I bought the junk from Mr. Dunsmore, daddy charged me a buck to act as my attorney.While I was 12 ... and Grace was 12 and beginning to look like she was headed for 25 by next summer, the Dunsmore kids were still piling rocks by hand. My adult brain in my young body took a look at them stooping and. He laughed and said if only there was something to do about that. I looked at him and said well maybe there is. I stood up and took my clothes off, freeing my cock. He claimed that I touched myself when I did, I protested but secretly didn't care. He proclaimed that he won the game. I questioned what I would have to do. He stood up and took his clothes off too, laid back down and told me to lick his chest and nipples. He wasn't a super buff guy but was well built. I laid down and. "Hells yeah!" Sarah replied with a grin."Is your ass sore?" Seth asked with a smile."It's so weird," Sarah said. "I feel like is should be sore, but of course, it's not. It wasn't my ass that turned all red last night." Who would have thought?" Seth exclaimed. "But I guess this is right up your alley. After all, you've got a slave girl too." Yup," Sarah said. "You know, Mom had a lot of fun, but she kept wishing they could go out and do it in public." In public?" Seth exclaimed."Well, not in. Oh damn, Alex... You just had to say that. I thought to myself as I dared open my eyes and look down at the golden mane that was caressing my skin right above my breasts. His hands wouldn’t stay put. He kept moving them: gripping my hips, kneading the breast his mouth was not assaulting, his fingers biting my thigh as he held on to me... and he did it all with a sexual beauty that seamed almost ferocious. Possessive and gentle. Desperate and luxuriating. He looked beautiful: his wide shoulders.