She is beautiful just like you.”Sharon held John’s hand and looked into his eyes, “How much do you like my mom?”John had no idea where Sharon ...as going with this line of questioning, “Like her? Sharon, I love her almost as much as I love you. You have a terrific mom.”Sharon phrased her next question as delicately as she could, “Do you think you could be with my mom?”That question made John a little nervous, and he thought he had better clarify if he had understood the question correctly. “What. How he managed to carry on with his company demands amazed her, he was drinking so heavily, but he did ... and now Vincent Rivers, with his dog, Nomad, had arrived on the scene as business house-guests ... a business Shirley didn't like the least little bit.The beautiful animal, she had immediately taken to; who wouldn't? He was a handsome, lovable dog. There was actually an acute sense of over-intelligence about him which gave her an odd sensation, almost as if she were in the presence of a. I awoke to him sucking me off and let him finish me before bending over and pulling my pink thongs to the side and getting him to fuck me. He lasted awhile and I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock slicing into my fat ass. We ended with me on my back on the deck and him doing me missionary and filling my ass with his cum! We went into the hot tub and relaxed the rest of the afteroon there. The rest of the day was pretty much the same as the first, we'd suck or fuck and then drink. The third. They each took one of her suitcases, and Roger transported them both to her parents' front porch, and Amber rang the bell. Her keys and other personal effects had disappeared before she arrived at the slave house. There was a short wait."Hello Daddy," Amber said quietly, when the door opened."Amber! What ... how? My God, Amber! Where have you... ?" her father gasped."May we come in, Daddy?" she asked in a whisper."My God, we had given you up for dead! The police never found a trace of you. What.