Dara raised a hand as if to wave goodbye to all the harsh memories, her eyes dry and clear, and blazing with purpose. In the far distance she caught t...e wail of baying hounds, and motion at the castle drawbridge drew her attention. Miles away, guardsmen thundered out of the keep riding huge, black stallions. At their lead she could make out the hulking shape of Bruno, waving his great spiked mace over his head as he rode. Dara gasped and turned. The tree line of the black forest stood across. When they appeared, they crouched down and carefully scanned the land below. They seemed very concerned with the land below and only casually glanced up the mountain. Father mumbled softly, “Slaves, interesting.” Slaves? My parents had never spoken of that in the past, what slaves are or that my mother was once one. I whisper my questions and he puts his finger to his lips, but he promises we will talk with my mother when we return to the cabin. Once there, it becomes a topic of repeated. " Yeah," I said. "He's a dick alright." So, are you at least having a good time?" Not really."Richard bent down to me and pressed his mouth to my ear."Want to get out of here?" he asked softly.I knew exactly what he meant. "Oh god yes," I answered.We hopped into Richard's car and drove down twisty country roads until we came to a dead-end. Richard turned off the car and without saying a word leaned over, and kissed me deeply. I felt our tongues twisting together as my cunt began to get wet. . Augustine, Florida. Dad and I love to fish and go frequently. A couple of years ago Dad started dating again but he never brought any of his dates home. At first he would get me a baby sitter when he went out but now I'm old enough that I no longer have a sitter. About a month ago Dad called me into the living room one evening and said he wanted to talk to me. He told me that he was planning to get married again. I didn't like the idea. No one could ever replace my mom and I did not want.