Mother had named her "Sabah," meaning "morning" in Arabic, suggesting a Middle Eastern conception. Sabah had given up trying to get Mother to talk abo...t it centuries ago.As long as Sabah could remember, her mother had satisfied her needs by taking, draining, and discarding an endless succession of men. She never exactly mistreated them, but the tumultuous, submissive sex left some of them psychologically bruised, craving sexual domination few women are able to supply. Sabah was more than a. Panicking I answered, "Yeah I'm just tired no need to worry."Imogen had frozen at the noise but now continued with her advances. She hadn't expected dad to keep talking."You really should go to bed earlier you know, it's unhealthy to stay up until 4am every night." I know dad, I don't do it on purpose I..." Imi's hand was back on my cock, I had only a second's warning, when she pulled aside the lace of her underwear, before the hot, slick tightness of her pussy slid over me. My hips. All the pigs are dead and butchered. I suggest that you stay here with friendly folk to finish up your education not only in the three R's but to hone your talents as well. You've got a deep well of ability, we proved that when we changed the oak tree." She calmly looked up at me then rose, sat in my lap and hung on for dear life. I heard from somewhere below my chin, "Don't leave me alone. Please?"I couldn't help myself. I hugged her back. "All right, little one. All right. We'll figger. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, ‘Well, if you need to talk about anything, you know where to find me.’ And with a quick kiss on Marti’s forehead, Hugh headed out of the building. Marti sighed in resignation. She had really hoped that the power of her hosiery mill would keep thoughts of Ty at bay. But it hadn’t worked out that way. Now she was sitting in her office, knee deep in plans for her company and how she was going to deal with all the pieces of that puzzle, and all she could think.