She stopped out in the deeper water and her anchors were lowered. Eventually the smaller boats began ferrying his men across and he momentarily forgot...about Catherine. His men were haggard and thin, sickly looking. Some had to be brought up to the house on stretchers. He was disgusted with himself. They had been hovering on the brink of death while he had been kept in a luxurious set of rooms, eating whatever his heart desired and making love to a beautiful woman. Their condition was her fault. Still possessing the fit athletic body from his playing days, was known to get in fights here and there, but escaped prosecution of the law with the aid of his father and uncle, both wealthy business owners and community powerbrokers known to control the law here and there in their favor."Hey, Mr. Newspaperman. Remember me," Hathcock snapped at me. "Yeah, you know who I am. You fucked up my life with your snooping around. You bastard. I ought to kill you and dump you in Dalton Creek." But then. Dad felt between my legs caressing the lips of my body then put two fingertips into the pocket where my clit hides. He pushed on then tickled my button which had an immediate effect. I gasped, twitched my hips and clamped my hand over his arm so he couldn't move it. For the next few minutes I didn't move while my father massaged my clit and fingered me to an orgasm. He built the lust in my womb swiftly and expertly until I arched off the bed and cried out my release. When I was done. As he fondled me in front of everyone, with my full cooperation, he whispered, “That’s a nice little dick, Jeffie. I bet your friends like to suck on it; don’t they.”I just nodded, confirming what John intuitively knew. With everyone’s attention, John used his thumb and two fingers to stroke my cock. He looked to my brother, “Kid’s got a nice little dick, smooth as silk and really hard; and a nice little ass too,” he added. “Can fuck him when we get there? He does fuck; doesn’t he?”“I don’t.