Ifen ya agree, I'd like ta name her 'Mary Jane Lang.' Is that OK?" Both women beamed, so I guess that was to be her name. Mary was also the name of my...mother, God rest her soul, and I was getting two for the price of one!At that moment, Mary Jane began to wail, so I handed her back to her mother and kind of staggered out of the room, leaving a bundle of smiles behind.The rest of the week slipped past me without making much of an impression. Oh, hell, I may as well admit that the only part of. “Someone who can stuff things in tight places.” “I will probably be back here again in the near future. So I think I can help you with that,” I replied and winked. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go find your things before Alice has my head.” We found my things and put them in an elevator which lifted the materials up a floor to the loading dock where Gina had moved the wagon. Alice and Sybil helped us load our things and we set off for the farm again. I got to. I loved and now miss my old man,because he was not one of those overbearing fathers that you grow up and hate that you came from his loins.My father had a home base business,so we was not hurting for money,he attended most of my games,on Friday nights we had family night (me,him and mom)On Saturday most of the time we would go fishing weather permitting,Saturday night him and mom would have date night,Sunday morning i would wake up to them fucking,cause mom is very vocal,lol.about 3 months into. When he told her go shower she was relieved. She could get herself under control in the shower. She followed his directions to the shower and found that she wasn’t the only one waiting to shower. The male slave was also in there. She looked back at Michael and saw he wasn’t even looking her way. She started to turn and walk back but the male slave spoke.“If you’re thinking we can’t shower together, you’re wrong. Slaves always shower together regardless of sex,” He told her with an air of.