‘It all depends on your Master’s or Mistresses. If they want to keep you for a few months they can, if they want you for years they can do that to....’ He sat beside her, rubbing her covered stomach.’Who told you that you had to come here?’ ‘I was taken when while I was asleep in my bed at my parent’s house for the holidays.’ Tears swelled in her eyes, as her voice cracked. That night was all too real for her, the masked men in jet black suits, the long drive to some abandoned building. They were soaked wetly with my dad's cum too, so that they looked transparent showing my vaginal lips. I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself.These incidences became more and more frequent. At least once a week, especially when I was wearing my thin shorts, Dad would get me to straddle him and rub his cock through our clothes against my clitoris, and his cockhead would wedge itself between my cunt lips and jerk and throb wildly. I used to get very excited with my cunt convulsing with pleasure. Sambo's named changed over the years, I think to pressures from the 'political correctness police.' I read that there was only one left.By the time we'd gotten home, each of the ladies was holding their little one, asleep in their momma's arms. They let me give them a kiss and headed upstairs to clean their faces, change their clothes and lay them down for a well-earned nap.They came down, in PJ's themselves, plopping down on either side of me, simultaneously kissing me on the cheek. I wrapped. “You give a card to your sister and mother, tell them to come see me, I will give them a big discount on clothes. I will call your mother and tell her that she has raised a gentleman and a very handsome one at that.”“Do you have a girlfriend, if you don’t, come see me at the shop and I will introduce you to some hot little Latino girls that would love to get their hands on you.” She said and laughed.“Are you a junior or senior in school, I have a younger daughter that will be in the ninth grade.