The woman stated talking is Spanish and the men started to get annoyed.”She is my wife” Daddy said. “We have just got married, I like her in the...e clothes and she likes wearing them. There is no law against that and she is over 18 and can do and wear what she likes. She is not wearing anything that would offend here in public, so what is your problem” he said calmlyThey spoke to each other then slammed the case shut and pushed it toward me. A crowd had gathered to watch and the guards jerked. It’s just…ew.”“It wasn’t so ‘ew’ when I was sucking your cock.” She sounded offended. I didn’t know why. “It wasn’t wrong when you were cumming in my mouth.”I just looked at her. It was cum. My own cum. Of course I didn’t want to taste it. My memory flashed back to taunting in locker rooms, and the casual, everyday cruelties boys inflict on each other. They taught me to be ashamed of my own body, be afraid of unruly feelings, be constantly on the lookout for anything that painted me as. Other people resist being slaves but are eventually broken; they are sad creatures hardly even human. A very few people have the will to resist all the way to the end, believing that death is better than slavery. It is this last kind of person I think worthy of my attention, worthy of immortality.” He looked deep into Rachel’s eyes. Although she was trying to be brave there was a little girl in the corner of her mind desperately afraid that this conversation would end in ****. “The deal I offer. Mom was spending her Tuesday nights 'consoling Kate' while my Dad was bowling. I used this time to give Wendy spankings and fucks, but soon my Dad's bowling league went on summer hiatus. My mom still went to Kate's house on Tuesday nights but Dad was home so I had to depend on sex in the front seat of my pick up truck. Cramped to say the least. So mostly Wendy and I were having mostly unsatisfying sex or I would just push her head down so she could suck me off. O. K. for me but very frustrating.