“What is your name?”“I am Helga.”“Durr, talk to her.”Durr told her that he worked for Tom and was his slave. That he and his men needed to...learn Latin. Hans had said that she had taught the kids Latin. She spoke his language well enough as well as Germain and Latin.Tom said, “Show me your daughter, sister in law and son. We will be back tomorrow and try to keep you all together.”She started to cry but pulled her daughter to the fence and then went to get her sister in law and son. Tom asked,. Still I would do Jen if given even a slim chance.My family is so average that dad had a first ex-wife. So I have an older sister call Holly. The only un-average thing about us that dad got his first wife pregnant with Holly while they were divorced and she is one year older than Jen. Holly is also short like Jen but has larger breasts and she is as pretty.Jen uses my computer and as she sits there doing school work sometimes I look at her with lust. Jen has no boyfriend and at night I jerk off. We see women humiliated, bound, gagged, and consistently disrespected. We see them used and abused. We watch them treated as nothing more than wanting holes for the purpose of relieving unrestrained and out-of-control carnal desire. We consider whether she approves of this, or even enjoys it. Perhaps she is willfully playing the part. Perhaps, you think, because of some combination of vanity and arousal, she eagerly volunteers to be beaten and humiliated for your pleasure. But if you believe. ’ Donna looked around when he turned onto a country road. ‘Where are we going?’ she asked. ‘I thought I’d take you to a spot my father showed me,’ Tommy said. ‘I brought some stuff along for a picnic. I get to exercise the truck, too.’ ‘Sounds neat,’ Donna said and gave him a big smile. He missed the entrance to the logging road, and had to back up. He started in. The road was a lot more overgrown than it had been when he’d last been there, but it wasn’t bad. ‘How far back is this place we’re.