I was thinking more along the lines of meeting him for dinnerat the country club; that way you and I can both get all dressed up andsurprise him!" You...know perfectly well that unescorted ladies are not allowed intothe dining room Kristen, so..." I've already asked Eric to join us mother. He'll be here at six topick us up!" I see! Well...in that case...do you have a nice dress to wear?" I have a few, but I thought that since we have the time, that you andI might hit the stores and see what we. “She wants to make her Daddy happy.”“Mmm, yes, she does,” groaned a man. “That ass was made to be flogged. Look at how round it is.”“Beautiful.”“She’s wiggling her hips. The little slut’s eager. Mark lucked out having such a hot cunt for a daughter. Just like her mom.”They knew my mom? Did that mean she had been in this dungeon? Had she fucked other men while Daddy watched? Had she been chained to this very St. Andrew’s Cross and flogged for the amusement of the others?She had. And now I was. Lay on your back Tom. Now Carly on top and sixty-nine him. I want your cunt over his face. I want your old man to see me use your rosebud and feel your cunt juice on his face.Carly giggled and slid into position over her husband. She couldn't resist taking his softening cock into her mouth and sucking the last drops of spunk from the small hole.For Tom, this was a totally new experience. To look up at his wife's moist cunt and see the hard cock of another man poised and ready to violate her. The girls all teased her. The boys shunned her. Yet the quiet dignity of her demeanor, and the bright flash of her eyes told those who cared to look that behind her initial impression that she was a child of destiny. A destiny, which would someday come to affect the quiet rural world of the Deep South.***John Summers looked up from the book. What was all that? Huh? A child of destiny? Farming in the blood? He hoped it got better.As he read on, he learned that Summer returned to town to.