"Fitzgibbon spurned her," Lucy said, "After twenty years as his whore!" Twenty years but I am," I stopped as the thought struck me, "Am I Fitzgibbon's...son?" I asked as an image of the rogue appeared in my consciousness, a chancer, drunkard and womaniser known the county over for his scrapes and his excesses. "Indeed," Father agreed, "It does seem so after all we have noted that we are remarkably dissimilar for father and son." I need to sit down," I suggested, "So where is Mother." With her. Right now I planned to have my whores mother eat my snatch until I came. "Shut up you fucking bitch. Your yelling is making my pussy wet". I told her. "I am going to ride your face and replace the taste of my uncles cum with my own". I slid up her chest and covered her face with my pussy. Instantly the whore began to lick and suck me. She ate me until I was quivering and drank all I gave her. "you are just like your daughter, such a good pussy eater. She likes to be fucked to did you know. As we entered the room Shelly immediately burst out "Who's that?," pointing to a collared woman on all fours in the cage. The brunette womsn's tanned body was accented by a leather vest and nothing else."Shelly, she is a friend of mine." I didn't want to use the term slave just yet.Shelly asked sternly "Have you been seeing her while we have been together?" No I have not, Shelly,..." I replied, "but you may not address me like that. As punishment I want you to kneel and give me a blowjob right. I laughed in pleasant embarrassment as he looked back up into my eyes and added, ‘And that nobody doesn’t wear underclothes?!’ ‘Only today,’ I reassured him as I held up my arms to let him slip the dress off. I was, of course, wearing a brassiere, that James left untouched as he stroked my bare bush with one hand and slipped the other around my back. ‘Well, yesterday and today. It’s a tradition of Elizabeth’s that I have taken up as well.’ On the final four words, my voice fluctuated with a.