I guess he thought none of us understood English. He kept telling us no whenever we asked him for any changes at all."David, if you had your own shop,...just like your Dad's, but you had to get started with only one trained guy and four new ones, how long before you could turn out seven hundred machines a year? Machines as good as what you now make." He couldn't, and I wouldn't allow it if he could. This is my company, my design, and I'm the one who makes those kinds of decisions. I say no, we. ..I encourage them all to find cheerful and willing,conveniently located, generous and responsiblelovers, close to home, in their own towns.Even for my most ardent and eager followers,I am not, and never will be, their only optionfor tenderness and joy. I help them throughthe rough spots.When the boys are too shy.When local girlsare less than generous.When the civilization we live inhas turned my lovely followersinto mind-eating zombies---I bring them back.I resurrect them, like Jesus.__I am a. They made me sit on the edge of the bed and watch. That is how I got my lesson about the birds and the bees. My mom was the one who started the incest path with me first and then Madison. She was the one that encouraged Madison and myself to play with each other in front of her. How we were to satisfy each other and more importantly how to satisfy our father. Eventually we progressed to being okay with playing with each other’s pussies and suck on our tits. Mom joined in from time to time with. " "You forgot? Well, let's see how we can remember in future...take them off now!" I stood looking at him in amazement. "Take off your underpants now." I remembered his lingering touches on my ass, and I realised he was up to something, but somehow I found it exciting. I peeled off my shorts, and then my pants, leaving me naked in front of him. I covered my dick with both hands when I saw him ogling me. "Go and use my shower, and then get dressed and go home." I showered and when I came out he.