A weight on my chest. That was different.I felt exhaustion on my mind as I climbed out of sleep. I groaned awake. I could feel that I hadn’t gotten ...nywhere near enough sleep. I should go back to bed, but there was the feeling of a naked girl on my chest.Kimmie?Who else would it be but my petite wife? Those small breasts, her lithe body. The only other person in my house it could be was my fourteen-year-old daughter June. And it couldn’t be her because... My eyes snapped open.June’s brown. Serves me right for letting Denise pick all of them!Denise's words must have affected me as I slept, for I woke up with a massive erection. The need to unload my bulging balls was excruciating! I bound out of bed still naked and made my way to the living room. Derek and Damon were playing a competitive militery holograph game, dressed casually, while the family females were of course totally nude. All three of them gasped and bowed their heads when they beheld my throbbing cock. It was now. Down. You don't know who it is. It could be the other's man wife.I suddenly thought how weird that situation would be and realized that I was really dumb for trying to reassure myself that way. Of course, having his wife watching was a better thought than servicing two men.I snapped back to the present when I watched a hand replace my roll of paper. Frantic, I looked through the hole as the footsteps receded, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person who’d taken my paper. But I was all too. Frowning behind the blindfold, my wonderment piqued.Seated before me was a white man. I recognized him as someone who she did business with( she made dresses on the side that he sold). He was also naked. I gasped.‘Don’t look so surprised slave! You said you’d do anything for me!’ I gulped, because I recall making such a boast. ( I was inwardly calling myself a ‘dumb ass’!)I tried looking away, but She firmly grabbed me by the hair, holding my head still, forcing me to look directly at the hard.