The twins were still living at home with Kelly, and Greta was living with me, and I kind of thought we had both done okay bringing them up, given the ...ircumstances. With their nineteenth birthdays coming up, Kelly and I asked them what they wanted to do for their celebration, because over the years, they had nearly always had a joint party, seeing Greta’s birthday was only three weeks after the twins. The previous year, we had put on a big coming of age eighteenth birthday party for the three. When I returned to the small slave house, Becka was waiting for me."You leavin'?" she asked, hooking her hands behind my neck and wiggling her hips, rubbing me with her belly."In the morning," I said, running my hands down her back to her hard buttocks, pulling her to me."Reckon this is later, then," she said. "I ain't never had no white man. Massa here, he leave us alone mos'ly, wife's like a hawk, watches everything." Up to you," I said, turning her around in my hands so her back was to me. "Remember that day we were caught by that Nun and sent to the Abbot...FUCK! it really hurt,I couldn't sit properly for almost a month !" Linda recalled."Yeah,I remember, he used the belt on me after first taking me over his knee," Paul said."He took me over his knee and then I got the belt too,I had to count each stroke out loud",Linda said,remembering her very sore bottom after the Abbot had his way."Still,there was something kinky about showing each other our bare bottoms afterwards and. So, get into that stall and check to see if the head stocks are still working properly. I haven't used it in a while and I don't know if they open and close smoothly or not." So, I go into the stall and get down on my knees to inspect the stockade as he asked of me. As I begin inspection on it, he walks inside, places his hand on the back of my head and pushes it inside of the hole of the stockade. He quickly closes it around my neck and locks it into place. Next, he locks wide band metal.