I hadn’t told anyone yet, not even my mom. I know she’d sensed something was wrong. It was obvious something was wrong but I knew she wouldn’t p...od me to find out what it was. She was just waiting for me to resolve things in my mind so I could tell her.It was just that funk running through me that forced me up into that childhood sanctuary and into Lindie’s arms. Life’s lesson that I was thinking about made me giggle a little. “If you think things are bad today ... Wait till tomorrow.” Then. ”Bill continued, “Private prisons helped a lot in the past. They were a lot cheaper, but even they weren’t cheap enough. That’s when the courts turned to slave sentences. What could be cheaper than having someone pay you for the right to keep a prisoner in prison? Rather than the state paying a company thousands of dollars a month to house and guard a prisoner, the company pays the state for the prisoner who has been duly convicted and sentenced to slavery. Most of the country doesn’t even. I basically moved into the farmhouse and switched between the women’s beds as I took care of one another from night to night. But my favorite was Jessie’s bed. She had the most endurance and we would stay up late fucking. Gina sometimes came in and complained about the noise, asking us to take it downstairs since she had to get up early in the mornings. We asked her to join us and sometimes she would. I will never forget the times watching mother and daughter suck my cock together. However,. Then a thigh and finally a very beautiful, very firm, very white ass. It was magical in its perfection. I almost lost my breath.Suddenly she started to turn, and as much as I want to stay for that part of the show, I valued my life too much and pulled back quickly to the edge of the room. I pulled the door quickly so it was just ajar and made it down to my bedroom without any ramifications. "Wow, what a day!" I thought. "I haven't seen this much skin ... well ... ever!"Before I could even.