" Call it what you will. I just don't have time to do a lot of reading and I never have. When you're on a farm you find there is always something to d... and for the most part you're doing it alone. In the evenings when you're with family you spend the time with them not a book. Do you understand what I mean?" I do, Robert. Kay has told me farming is 24-7-365 and I believe it." I understand too, Daddy. That's not the life I want. I know you and the boys are comfortable with it and Mom too but I'm. Okay, she'd replied, happy to obey.Once she was dressed he handed her a small envelope, it had her meat tag number "128" written on it, she felt various papers and unidentifiable items in it. You'll keep those with you at all times he'd said. Of course Master, she replied without further worry. And so he took her to the Palace.At the palace they were welcomed by the House Dolcett Girls, the very primest meat available on three continents. As usual Sindy was handed over to the staff for. He pulled everything but the tip, allowing her to catch her breath, and then started throat fucking this unidentified slut. Her fingers were going in and out of her pussy so fast that drops of pussy juice went in every direction, her head now held by both of his huge, rough hands as he used her throat like a fucking toy. He held it in her throat, going back and forth slightly, pulled out, and released a load big enough to cover her face from the nose down, letting it drip down past her drool. An hour later Charlie turned on his side and the sleeping child was now nestled between him and Paul.Their usual wake up time passed because of their need for sleep. Charlie had an erection and felt the moist feeling around it. His mind still pictured a young Paul in his arms and he moved back and forth into the opening. He heard the groaning of somebody he loved and held tight before thrusting a bit more and finally released his seed into the waiting orifice.An hour later Paul reached out and.