’ I smiled sadly at her. ‘Hell, I wouldn’t count on me dying anytime soon. I am the most like daddy. I expect I will live forever, or damn close...to it.’ ‘I’ll drink to that.’ I raised my cup of coffee in a toast. ‘If it wasn’t so early, I would give you a real drink. I got a little hooch.’ She grinned at the thought of her corn liquor resting safely in a canning jar in the cabinet. ‘It is a little early even for me.’ I looked at the table. I was enjoying the conversation. I actually hated to. “Look”, she said, “I went along with the blow job, but I absolutely refuse to swallow the seamen.”Three bulls heard via the grapevine that the rancher was going to bring yet another bull onto the ranch, and the prospect raised a discussion among them.The first Bull said, “Boys, we all know I’ve been here 5 years. Once we settled our differences, we agreed on which 100 of the cows would be mine. Now, I don’t know where this newcomer is going to get HIS cows, but I ain’t givin’ him any of. Her master was an attentive lover, and most of his guests made at least some effort to please her. This did not alter the reality. Her participation may have been eased by the attentions of those she was obliged to serve, but the attentions did not make the encounter consensual.On those evenings when Juliette was summoned with her the presence of a fellow slave and friend made the evening almost bearable. Truth be told, Sandrine did not find all sex unpleasant. Her master had been her first. Across the room, Dasha moved closer to the two women. “That’s lovely, sis. Slide your fingers up and down where it’s all wet,” she muttered anxiously. She sat down next to them and slid her hand into her own pants and began to finger herself.Natalya looked up at the other woman catching her eyes and became mesmerized by those emerald green eyes, gleaming with lust. She was entranced and her body felt like it was on fire. Dasha leaned down and kissed her passionately. Their tongues intertwined..