He took her there.He made her remove all of her clothes and come to him naked. He was fully dressed, in heavy dark clothing, black leather boots, jack...t and belt. He unzipped his pants and exposed a very large, semi-erect penis. "Suck it bitch," he ordered.She got on her knees on the filthy floor and took his organ cautiously in her mouth. As she cautiously licked and slid her mouth over it, she felt his cock harden. He put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her face down on his. He wanted her so badly.How long would it have been before he lost control?A razor buzzed from the bathroom.“Mother,” my son said, his voice quivering. “What ... This...”“Quiet!” I snapped at him. “You are no better than your father. He raised you to think it was okay to beat women, but it’s not!” Pain rippled through my mind. “You should worship women. Love them. Do what they want. Do you understand?” I waited, but he didn’t answer. “You can speak!”“I...” His eyes widened as he stared at me. “I. “When we get to town again, we should get some bacon or a ham. I can bake a ham in the oven, and we’ll have meat for a week or more,” I said to smiles from them.I had also noticed that the stove had a water heating tank attached to it, so we could have hot water to wash dishes and also for bathing. It would certainly make bathing much more comfortable.“Check the salt shaker and pepper grinder and fill them,” I told them, as I continued to work on the meal. Owen had gotten out the plates, and he. So first I gave Cynthia a tour of my house. I showed her a couple of the eight bedrooms upstairs; each with it’s own bathroom. I showed her the laundry room up there too. I always thought it was stupid to take your dirty clothes off on the second floor and put the washing machine in the cellar. Obviously the women that did the laundry didn’t design the houses they lived in. I had designed and built the house on the old Boston style so of course there was a Widow’s Walk on the very top. In.