For once, the law had triumphed over the freedom of commerce and the result was a more carefully circumscribed trade in human traffic which benefited ...ll concerned. Very stringent legal restrictions had to be observed, primarily with respect to the inheritance of indentured status and the terms by which indenture was bound by mutual agreement. And, so, in this much more agreeable environment, the trade of sex workers was protected by consumer rights and quality control. To be on the safe side,. Dad had never hinted of wanting a sexual relationship with me but I was going to go for it. I was slightly taller than mom and of a slender build. Most of her clothes fit pretty good except for her tops and bras. She was a 34b and I was a 36 nothing! My hair was long as was the style in the 70s. I managed to get it curled somewhat. I painted my nails and used mom's make-up and lip stick. I found a 6 strap high-waists cincher and some beautiful copper colored nylons with a black welt in her. "Secure from the drill," I commanded and the first mate relayed the order to the crew further up towards the bow. He had a crisp voice that sang out the commands well. The men responded well even if it had been some time since we'd sailed together. I gave a silent hand-signal to raise the sail and we caught the wind again.The cog's full sail caught the wind well, as it got past the last of the sharp rocks guarding the harbor and it quickened its pace now it was free from the confines of the. Her hips bucked and she thrust her cunt forward. "You're so deep, Daddy!"With the next plunge, Douglas smacked his groin against her trembling body. The head of his cock stabbed deep. "Unnn, Crissy!" Fuck me, Daddy!" she wailed, her cunt gliding wetly along his cum-swelled hard-on. Her hips came ramming up, her pussy gobbling on his buried cockshaft. Her ass crashed back to the bed as her father pounded her into the mattress. She moaned, matching his quick stabbing thrusts with her own jerky.