Don't get me wrong; I do enjoy the passage of seasons. From the radiance of summer to the sterility of winter, it adds a predictable spice to life. Pe...ple in the South do yearn for snow, after all. But in this rural outpost, two miles out from town, even the tiniest ice storm could trap me here, and leave me to idle while the utility companies rush to bring my outside connections back online. Most importantly it forces me to associate with my equally isolated family. I love my family, but I do. Tyrone was standing over by my computer. My web browser was open to myemail account and my web cam was still on and broadcasting. "So, this slutput an ad online," he said, "and it looks like there's gotta be 40 guyshere who want to take her up on her offer." This one's a real whore," Daveed agreed. "I wish we'd met her beforetonight." No worries," Tyrone replied. "We'll make up for lost time. But there'smore. This slut's camera is one and there's somebody named Master Davewatching us."Daveed. Believe it or not, we really do care about the environment regardless of what you hear about loggers."Every Earth Day I throw a big bash at my place. I live in a log home out in the country. I invite all my logger friends to come up and party, and spend the night. They bring campers, vans and tents and most usually spend the night. I supply the beer and most of the food to eats. We roast a hog and I even get a band in to play for us. I usually have upward of fifty people out to celebrate."Two. Fink, not hiding her excitement to see her master. She now sported enormously fake boobs. Her tight, bright yellow mini dress with a plunging neckline. Her rock hard nipples could easily be seen through the thin fabric. Large plastic hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Tittiefuck’s makeup was excessive, to say the least. Her black, glossy hair was teased very high, just to add to her slutty appearance.“Good morning, Tittiefuck,” Mr. Fink said casually, as the black bimbo sunk to her stocking.