Before she knew it, she had done exactly what she was trying to talk herself out of doign! It was as if something had possesed her. Something had, he... childish antics had gotten her. Her master left her here as punishment. The hall. There was nothing overly scary about it, just a long, empty hall. There was no way out, that wasn't even scary. She knew her Master wouldn't leave her in here for too long. Still...... it all depended on how angry she had made him.She sat down on the ground and. Mom moved on the bed, parting her legs and that was when I felt her fanny hanging down.Mom moved again, positioning herself on to my probing finger, she was offering her cunt to me, willingly this time. I could feel her blond pubs then her bare lips just hanging down all warm and soft.I felt her tits slip from around my shaft and looked down to see mom’s mouth poised over my cock end, licking her lips in anticipation to take her son’s bulbous cock end and shaft in to her mouth.She took hold. Picking eggs, feeding the chickens. “quick, run see if Matt plans on chicken for dinner. No? Well, we’re a little short on fowl in the cold storage anyway. Pay attention boys. This is how you butcher chickens. Then, of course, they need to be plucked. And other, equally disgusting tasks.” then there are the repeated requests for freshwater and firewood. Then there was digging pathways in the snow, to the barn, the outhouse, down to the creek.Through all of this, Nigel sat in my chair. Staring. Her name was Rachel and she was a very unhappy girl. At school things were tough; she suffered all the usual problems a teenager faces. Most of the k**s either ignored her or were mean to her. Every problem seemed to be high drama, a blow to her self-esteem. She could not even trust her few close friends, they talked behind her back and occasionally set her up for humiliating little jokes. Although Rachel said more than once “I hate you. & I never want to see you again.” She would eventually.