Returning to the bedroom, my heels clicking on the wood floors, I could not believe excited and scared I was at the same time. I had just learned tha... my mother was a slut and the man that took her virginity was about to take mine. I was washed over with the thought that I hoped her brother found me as pleasing as he had his sister, my mother.Once back in the bedroom, I got down on my knees and began sucking my uncle’s cock. It was rock hard and soon he stood up tell me to do the same. The. You continue to finger fuck my ass, obviously becoming more and moreexcited. You are muttering to yourself quietly, calling me your fucktoy, your ass bitch. I love the knowledge that you are enjoying it so much.You pull your fingers out and I know what will be going in my ass next.I feel you change positions – you are now on your knees, body upright.You open my ass cheeks again and now I feel your cock pressing againstme. My ass has closed again but the lube is everywhere. Your cock isquickly. Your suffering will always befor me, and I will always love you for it."As he said those words again, I knew in my deepest heart that I did lovehim, completely and forever, why shouldn't I? I was beginning to seethat I really had very little common sense or direction in the worldwithout him, but with him...I was safe, happy, useful, content...evenblissful. I am his woman, his girl, his wife to be, his slave, hislittle bitch, cunt, whore, pussy. Whatever he wanted, I was more thanhappy to be. Della noticed that Ginger, however, looked much older than her 31 years. She looked tired, worn out and thin. They went back into the coffee shop and chatted for almost an hour, catching up. Della finally asked, “How have you been, Ginger? You look a little frazzled.” “As a matter fact, I’m weary as hell,” she answered. “I came downtown today to get the papers together; I’m divorcing Frank, my husband.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Della. “It’s been coming for a long time, Della. He’s.