A knife went through his heart. Again. He thought he was over her by now. It had been almost ten years. Ten years since... Miss Alex had given these t... him. Why? She had risked, had begged for a severe beating to pass them to him unobserved. Why? That was the question she had asked. Why? Why?He was asleep when it hit him. Why, indeed? Why did Mr. D have them and not the girls? Why, unless they didn't need them anymore?What the Hell had Miss Alex found?Alex woke up screaming, in another part of. I was quite happy for six months, and then this happened. Sundays were off days. In the evening I usually took a walk. One evening I was walking along a road I usually take for it was not a busy road. I crossed a freeway bridge and walked down a slope towards a culvert over a canal. At one point the concreted pathway was missing. I had to walk about 20 metres between hedges before the pathway resumed. I had covered half the distance when strong hands seized me from behind. Another threw a sack. I’m glad we’re able to have this time together. Don’t worry about my sis, she’ll never know,” she said in matter of fact fashion.“Good, she’d freak.” I added.“She would and besides, I like that cock of yours too much and have admired it from afar for way too long not to have it every once in a while. I don’t mind sharing it with her. She is my sister and I love her and wouldn’t want her to be hurt by me in any way. I guess I just couldn’t help myself.”“Well, I’m happy to hear you say that. The slave found his cock getting hard again, as he recalled guiding a plow across a field, feeling with every step the soft skin of Mistress thighs, seeing Her eyes glowing, staring into his. He smiled, knowing he would soon have time for a short vacation, and could drive up there to serve Her again.But for now, he was Sean -- and he had already forgotten about the phone message. At least, his conscious mind was unaware of it. He knew simply that his hair was getting a little shaggy, and some.