He had long believed that this land was like a living creature, and if you listened just right, she’d tell you a lot. So it was only right that he c...ntinue that tradition. Harold had been doing it since they died, but he had gone back to town tonight. The Ford was in pretty good shape and he made the trip around the property in no time. As he headed back towards the garage, he thought back to the steady stream of people that came and went. He remembered most of them from high school and was. We, of course, know what is good for you, dont we slut Portia? Yes, Mistress, my daughter and I are your willing servants, the older woman admitted, nodding to her daughter with a firm look of do as youre told, before adding, Belinda obey, they are the Mistress race. The young blonde looked dazed for a moment, but then the clarity that often comes once a white woman has tasted the addictive black nectar hit her and she turned back to the beautiful black goddess and said, I am yours, Mistress.. Nobody ever really said that to anybody. It was just something that happened in Arnold Schwarzenegger movies, and bad detective novels starring Mike Hammer. She wasn’t in any danger. She was a data processor for a check recovery firm. Nobody cared about her enough to want to kill her. This whole thing was crazy. She just had to explain that to this…whoever, and then he’d go away. The thought crossed her mind for a moment that he might be crazy, but she was in a public place, surrounded by. This story will have lot of uncommon and extreme thoughts which may not be accepted in our society like mom-son, father-daughter, grandparents-grandchildren etc.,Let’s begin the story, It is a rich Tamil joint family settled in outskirts of Chennai city and they involved in textile business in main area, so everyday one or two men in their family used to go to their shop. This family consists of Grand Father, Muthaiya (68), Grand Mother, Tamilarasi (66), Father, Anbarasu (47), Mother Kavitha.