Daddy was a man of principles who hated the South and all they stood for. He came home from the war a different man. He was quieter than before and it...took several months before he took interest in working again. Even then, his heart wasn't in it. Then one day he came home and announced we were selling all we owned, buying a wagon and some horses, and joining the movement west to the Oklahoma Territory. Mama wasn't happy. In fact she was furious that he had made this decision without discussing. Her legs were strapped back close to the body so that her cunt was also perfectly positioned, if her Master lay on her, for a deep penetration. After her Master had ejaculated in the vagina of the woman in the frame, her cunt was held almost vertical, so that his semen could not fall out of her, but had the best possible chance of inseminating her. Still in the frames, they were rolled into the Emir's bedroom.He entered the room from the bathroom and spoke to the two, "This is a most. To the right was a door, covered by a full length mirror. Roxanne stood in front of the mirror for a moment running her hands through her hair, getting all the knots out. She excused herself for a moment and came back with a bucket of ice. She went to the wet bar in the back of the room, behind the sofa. "I'm having a gin 'n tonic. What would you like, Kathy?" That sounds good."Roxanne brought the drinks and sat on the sofa a safe foot away from Kathy. They sipped their drinks and talked. Kathy. ‘If that means that my boyfriend, whoever he might be, doesn’t want me to spend time with you like that, then that’s the way it will have to be.’ As she was talking, an errant beam of sunlight reflected off a wall fixture and caught Denise’s hair, lighting it up bright red. Stan was transfixed. He tore his mind back to what Denise had been saying… ‘So this means we’ll still be friends, yes?’ Denise softened her expression and smiled weakly at him. There was a curious mixture of emotions chasing.