I knew that, above all else, I would do nothing to harm her, or that relationship.On the other hand, there was my slave, her slave sister—a beautifu..., wanton, sexual creature the likes of which I had never known, and that I doubted few men would ever know in their own lifetime. This was a woman who had whipped me, and my fiancée, and who had pledged herself to me as my slave for life. A woman who had flown thousands of miles at a simple request, and who had pledged her body to me once more. His schooling was done at home and his reading and writing skills weren’t the best. He told me a story that really hit close to home and showed me how much my life was worth in the eyes of a stranger. He left home at 16 and was on his own for many years. He met his wife, they married soon after and began to raise a family. Since he had no formal education, work was hard to find and jobs were far and few between. He finally got a good job as a ranch-hand for a little old lady and thoroughly. And my dirty little secret was that I lost my virginity to my mom, and was my sister’s usual pimp, and both of their regular lay’s. I was an incestuous, fucked up character, who didn’t have any need for a girlfriend because I was getting all the pussy I wanted from the two bombshells in my house.My mom, like I said earlier, is super well-built, and has a non-stop pussy that just doesn’t quit working. My sister was an early-bloomer and is also fairly well built. At the ripe old age of 14, she’s. She drove a decent car, a Mercury, but it was a few years old. I traded my truck in for a van because of the kids. We needed more room than my truck offered. During all this talk, Robert said hardly a word. I saw his wife look at him a few times, probably wondering why he was so quiet.One day Cara came home from work and told me that there was a stage play she wanted to see. She asked Mary if she and Robert would like to go with us and Mary declined. After some prodding, Mary told Cara that.