” “Ginger Lynn, have you lost your mind honey? You’re my. . .” “Flesh and blood? Yes, I know. That still doesn’t mean I can’t please you...” “True, but honey, it would be. . .” “Oh Papaw, don’t say it would be wrong. It would not be wrong since I am saying yes. Don’t you want me?” I asked and gave him those puppy dog eyes that he so loved. “Ginger Lynn, don’t tempt me. Since your Mamaw left, I haven’t had. . .” “Any? I know, Papaw. I can tell. That’s why I want to give myself to you. I guarantee. " Otrere, speechless, looked at me with stunned amusement. Then she roaredwith laughter. "When I need a 'comrade' do you think I choose one such as you – apasty-faced, paunchy, helpless townsman?! No. When I choose such as you, I am choosing a pet, a toy, a slave, a servinggirl, a wench, a slut, a harlot, a whore, a cunt." As Otrere said these lastwords she paused longer and longer between them, as if branding me with eachname, and looked deep into my eyes to gauge my soul. Hearing my. I stood there trembling, my arms moving about nervously."You're really nervous about this aren't you Johnny? I'm pretty nervous too; your dad is the only man I've ever been with." Audrey said."Now what do we do?" I asked."You look to be about ready to burst so you lay down on the bed and Audrey will bring you off quickly for the first time." My dad said.I climbed into the middle of their king-sized bed and lay flat on my back. Audrey joined me on the bed and crouched over my cock. She guided my. George laid on the bed and had a fitful sleep as he keep thinking about his wife might be bred by their black ‘MASTER’. George remembered their discussion many years ago that they would wait before having a ‘family’, was Liz now entertaining that thought?George woke Sunday morning and joined Liz in the kitchen for coffee. Liz noticed that George was sporting an erection in his shorts and asked if he was thinking about their ‘MASTER’. George said he was and Liz pulled his shorts down and.