I tried my luck as a house maid too. The men folks there, the land lord, his college going son and the land lord’s father-in-law, all of them wanted...to have sex with me, to the back of their women folks, that of course I understood, but when they exposed me their pricks I was panicked. I stopped going there. I survived as a rag picker. On that day, I went into the streets, as usual, picking rags. After quite some time, I became aware of a young man following me. I felt a chillness running. ..”John raised an eyebrow as he looked at the older man impatiently, then asked him, “So what’s the verdict?”Charles gave him an exasperated shrug. “Business as usual until it gets clarified. You’re still a free man and are outside the Chain of Command, but now you have a higher rank if you need to get things done.”“I can live with that,” John grinned.Charles let out a dry chuckle. “Yes, I’m sure you can,” he said to John with a wry smile, and ended the call.“Alyssa,” John called to the blonde. So, naturally, when I got home from school that day I decided to talk to my Dad about this. I mean I knew he had all kinds of experience, what with his boners and Momma making them go away and all. I got my chores done quickly. Christy was cleaning stalls in the barn, and Daddy was doing something in the machine shop. So I went in there and told him my problem.He stopped the drill press about halfway into my story about asking Melissa to the dance, and how she'd called me stud and I even told. She rubbed her fingers around the rim of the anus very gently. “Is that OK Uncle Fred?” she asked “Yes, you are not hurting me.” He replied she then wiped his anus with her fingers and again around the rim. “Very good Sandra” he said, he took a deep breath and said “Tell me when you think it is clean and I will turn around.”Sandra then ran her fingers to the bottom of his crack and between his legs over the perineum. Father Fred opened his legs a bit wider to give her better access.“OK Uncle.