" Jules grabbed some of the towels we'd used for packing material and covered the couch and overstuffed chairs before he sat. "Now make sure you don't...mark up the fabric. They're supposed to be stain proof, but I'm not ready to test it."John glanced at me and chuckled. "Trust me, they're stain proof."I blushed as I confirmed the address for the third time to the cracking voice on the other end of the call. When I hung up, I stuck my phone in my pocket and joined them in the living room."You. "You sonofabitch, I knew you were just a fucken gigolo. You ain't taken my kids though." He tried to stand. "Those bastards are--"I shoved him back down. "You want another beating? Those kids are mine. Every one of them. I even have the DNA proof. The eldest three know this. I think the other two do too, they just don't know how to tell me. Or you." You, you cuckolded me?" His face was going pale."No, ironically no. You know, I didn't know what that word meant until last year? Lisa found it in. Weeds, weak locks, uncooperative mayors, failed resources all contributed to the rerouting or abandonment of canals ... not that there were many; water transportation is cheap ... cheaper than rail, truck or air.It is slow. Generally, the canals are quiet and clean. There's no sense in hurrying ... think of the next lock. Waiting for up bound traffic. No, don't rush.The canal bottoms were stirred by the bronze propellors of the steel barges. The watch bounced along the bottom; upstream by. But when in that split second that I thought of objecting or resisting, Abe put a big hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. There, only inches from my face, was his large black cock.“Since I’m the boss around here, I’m going to teach you to suck cock, so you be our cocksucker. Do you understand?”, Abe asked.I still to that point really didn’t understand what he was asking me to do.I thought about those pictures of his cock on my face and across my lips, and still didn’t understand.