V1 had a daughter and I looked at every boy she dated as a threat to her virtue and a threat to our family unit. It wasn’t as difficult with our son...but I always thought that was just because we’d done it once before and understood childrearing better.“Who’s ready for birthday pie?” Mom asked. I’d never been much of a cake fan and when I asked for a lemon meringue pie for my twelfth birthday, it started a new tradition of pie on my birthdays. Mom brought out an apple pie that had those brown. Steph put an arrow in the other's back as he sliced the wall at the back of the tent.I looked around carefully before nodding to a small pale white haired girl on her knees. She was naked and her pink nipple almost begged me to come play. I looked around again and moved to the wooden clothes press as Steph went to the girl. I glanced at her when she pulled the girl to her feet, "she has a slave collar."I looked at the slightly pointed ears and the slanted almond eyes, "drow."She nodded as she. He and Ken were the first part-timers we had hired. Wally was small and wiry and Ben was built like a bear.Invitations to the four college guys had been extended to keep them from going home for Thanksgiving. We needed all hands to start the demolition of the old house where Judge Waite's Home for Women was going to be built. The promise of a huge meal was enough enticement to get them to come. I hadn't told them about the four girls from the brothel.Charles and Nadine were coming. Sylvia knew. At the same time, she was getting up her courage to perhaps ask that hunk behind the counter out for a drink. It wouldn't be the first time she'd pick up a guy, but this had to be the most unusual place she'd ever considered it.Sharon was about to walk over and strike up another conversation when she noticed him buzzing another customer in.It was another woman. About 5'5" and 160 lbs, the woman looked to be in her early 20's. She had a stocky build but her weight was so evenly distributed that.