She’s perfect!”Dad eased away finally and I noted that his eyes were glassy, too. When he finally brought them into focus he said, “Kris, I’m ...oing to keep it very simple: To you, I respond to a single name: Dad. Understood?”“But...” she began to protest.“Understood!” he thundered.“Yes, sir,” she squeaked, shaking her head in frustration.Before she could say or do anything else, Mom took her by the hand and marched her into the house. Dad and I just watched as she dragged Kris up the stairs in. His mortified eyes seeking sheltersaw everything through a mask of her black locks.He felt his Mom's grasp on his hand tighten and hedidn't know what it meant. He did not move, he stayedperfectly still, dreadfully awaiting her reaction.It didn't come.His dick got even harder. Still bound unmercifully inhis pants, he was starting to feel pain.Still his Mom stayed still, held his hand, and his facestayed buried, scared, ashamed, in her waves of blackhair. Still no answer, still nothing, he still. The other two guys were silent, offering no help. After what had to have been hours, in which Drake’s arms fell asleep, he head the sharp sound of footsteps. He started struggling again, yelling into the gag. He heard a cold chuckle and the other two guys whimpering. A door slid open and Drake realized he was tied in a barn stall. Someone grabbed his throat and he struggled even harder. The blindfold was taken off, and he blinked as sharp, painful sunlight replaced the darkness. He squinted,. He was immediately handed over into the care of an extremely attractive young Moroccan girl, whom, he was certain, would not have been yet fifteen, and whom, he felt sure, he recognized from the fertility dance in Leduc's villa at Dives. She wore only a loose sarong-type of garment, covering her from the hips down, her firm, budding young breasts glistening nakedly in the soft lighting as she bowed low before him."This way, Master," she spoke softly to him in clipped French, taking his hand and.