For that I planned to have Eve doing the scouting. She was definitely going to be my party planner of choice. The money for all this nonsense was goin... to get slipped into an account set up just for the operation. There had been talk of a self sustaining operation, but the memories of Iran-Contra pretty much ended that. There was also the small problem of everyone believing I was still alive.The boys on the farm wanted me to keep up the pretense and I wanted to do so as well. In my mind I was. There was the odd occasion where he would come into town on Friday night and go back on Monday morning. This left me in the care of the evil step mom.A few years have passed now and I am now 17 years old. My dad is still working out of town, now even more because of the economy.My step mom is now in her mid 30's and isn't too bad looking. I would say she is about 5'7" and 120 lbs with brown hair and eyes. She has a 38B cup chest which is more then enough.After a long day at school and work I. He continued onand on, and I began to feel the emotion wellingup from deep down inside me. I tried tosuppress it, but I couldn't. It bubbled up,until I could contain it no longer. A solitarytear trickled down my cheek. Another followed,then another until I was weeping freely. Myfather stopped. He looked uncomfortable andbegan to pace again. "I'm sorry, Dad," Imurmured as I rubbed my eyes with the tissueClaire handed to me.My mother came over to me and put her armsaround me. "Nick, you know we. Now most of you will be aware that tonight is Nikki's final test as to her suitability to being our slave for life, first she will prove her cum craving to us by drinking this glass in one go. I beg you gather round to observe her." Smiling, Nikki brought the lip of the large glass to her lips, thought for a second of the mixture of fluids in their, nearly every man in the room and almost all of the women had contributed to it over the past few hours. She lifted the glass, parted her sexy lips.