I’d cheated him out of a son! A real son of his own flesh and blood to raise from birth and to teach sports and cheesy pickup lines and wrestle with...Out of a real daughter who would be his little girl to protect from the world and to love and to hold…No.It was me who wanted these things. These people. This family.I was losing these things.We sat to each other silently; me with horror painted on my face, and him, looking into the air and thinking God-knows-what about me….“Ben.”“Y-yes sir?”“It’s. No it isnt he replied,come in ian and shut the door.i did as he asked and stood in front of him.he was not like fred at all he was fatter with big belly and very hairy all over.then when i got to his cock i missed a beat ,it was huge .i thought freds was big but this was like its very big brother .it was fat and about ten inches as it hung there between daves legs all limp.come over here he said and let me see you .i walked towards him and when i got in front of him he put his hands round my. “I’ll go easy on you today, princess, since you’re probably a little rusty.”I winced; I knew he was mostly joking, but he wasn’t that far off, really, and the jibe stung a little. I hated that nickname too, though I knew he was using it to keep some emotional distance between us. I could see a glimmer of remorse on his face, but I didn’t want to deal with either of our hurt feelings at the moment. Besides, I knew he didn’t mean any harm, and I didn’t want his apology. “Yeah, yeah, less talking. .. Like something. Say please." Please. Thank you. This looks wonderful." He hoisted a knife and fork from the tray, and started on the plateful."Don't get used to it." No? Lucilla, could I convince you to stay?" Uh uh. And I don't usually cook, either, so it wouldn't do you any good." Hell, I'd be willing to keep you as an ornament." I don't do that." Lucilla sat elegantly, perched on the corner of the bed, facing Lasco. "Either." What do you do?" Not sure I can tell you, actually." Not now,.