The cabin was actually pretty nice, and would have made for a very romantic honeymoon if I was not in the middle of a forced enslavement to nine filth..., nigger-asshole, r****t bastards.I guess the best thing that I discovered when we got to the cabin, was that the savage a****ls had not made me a widow yet, as they had Michael just naked and beaten into submission, bound and gagged in the trunk of the car. He looked half frozen to death, and Leroy just was a complete asshole, as he dragged. I certainly NEED something now” Kay almost whispered“If I can help I will” I told her“Mmm, I’m not sure” she said hesitantlyI was still holding her “Do you think………..no it doesn’t matter”“Oh come on, I encouraged “surely you can say what ever it is”She raised her head and with her impish look said. “Can I have a kiss?”I looked at her seriously, “I’m not sure. As much as I would like to, I don’t want to be seen to be taking advantage of you”“Oh god” she exclaimed, “I’m only a bit tipsy I’m not. My Daddy and I were home by ourselves. My mother had gone out of state with my brother for a basketball game the day before and wouldn’t be back for another day or so. The morning they left, I lay back on my bed, letting my fingers work their way down my body to my waiting pussy. It was my Daddy I was thinking about. His black hair, his dark eyes, sensual lips and five o’clock shadow. At six foot he was impressive. All hard muscle and screaming MAN! My hands moved across my 36 c cup tits,. “I didn’t even know they were yours.”“So you thought they were my step-mother’s?” she asked. “Your aunt? That’s really fucked up.”“I didn’t know whose they were. It wasn’t important,” I told her honestly. “I just grabbed them.”“You just like jacking off in stolen panties,” she stated. “You don’t care who they belong to. Even your aunt. Your dad’s sister. That’s what you’re saying. I guess that is wrong.”Damn, she was quick. Had she practised this conversation in the mirror that morning?“I.