He and Mother would go into the little room right at the back and smoke. I used to smell the smoke as it drifted into the sitting room where I was. I ...an still remember that smell today. Mother had told me that his cigarettes were special ones, made from leaves grown in the West Indies. They were a secret mixture and this was why I must never tell anyone about them. Especially my father must not find out, as he did not like her smoking. The man’s name was Tyrone, Ty to his friends, supposedly. There was a small clock on a shelf near the makeshift bed. It was almost 10 AM. The feelings would begin again by noon, and by mid-afternoon, she would be an animal in heat. The only uncertainty was which man -- which men -- would take her.An escape was impossible. She could read the map on the wall in the main room. There were only small villages for several hours travel. She had no money, no clothes beyond the man's garb that she had been wearing. (Mostly, she just walked around. “Come, pet. It’s time to get you home.”Again, Harmony felt a familiar stir between her thighs when she was called pet. While it was familiar, it had been a long time since she had felt it. She couldn’t even remember the last time.“Yes, Mistress,” replied Harmony as she followed Kristi through the crowd toward the door in the back of the room.“Mom?” Harmony heard the familiar voice of her daughter and stopped and turned. Kristi stopped when she heard the voice.“Hi, kitten,” said Harmony. . “Ohhhhhh fuck baby… fuck you’re so big!” Wailed Mrs Weir as she obediently rolled onto her sweating back and presented her eager body to his glowing eyes.To Alex, she wasn’t much to look at. A bit flabby at the stomach, sagging breasts that looked to be a D cup but a wide set of hips that gave her the peachy ass of a girl half her age. Her backside was the best part of her body and she knew it as much as Alex. The way she wore tight leggings and no thong while she bent down, sticking it out,.