His feet move forward with the smooth confidence of a sword fighter. His bearing is elegant, and ingratiating. With a quick perfunctory bow, the forei...ner begins jabbering. ‘Permit the honor please, of showing Ginsu Wonder Knives!’ The blade cuts into the air with the quick graceful motions of a Sushi Master slicing up invisible fish. Brenda can hear the swish and feel the wind of the blade against her cheeks. She is forced to retreat. Brenda is mesmerized. Only minutes before, she was. His cock was squeezed between my pussy and his stomach."Daddy, for the rest of the weekend, I want us to let go and be wild. I want you to use me. I want to be your little slut." Are you sure? Be careful what you ask for, baby girl." I'm more than sure," I confidently stated."I can be pretty wild," he warned me."That's cool. I'm glad for Mom. But for now, I'm your slut. Okay?" You were warned," he said, smiling. I raised my eyebrow at him. He certainly was confident.I lifted myself to reach. That pretty blonde's tongue was buried deep in my cunt. Her nose was buried in my ass. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. I let my body float with the attentions of her tongue. And I let my ears go deaf to the jeers and low catcalls of the men around us.But, you. You, Master, never said a thing. I could tell, because you were, in my opinion, too much of a gentleman to make such childish noises. I also knew that you enjoyed the reactions of those around us, immensely.The tongue jabbed harder. We ate an early supper, and the women left for the Hammers' house where they would spend the night. Aaron and I put on black clothes and blackened our skin with soot. Fixed like that, we were damned hard to see, and I hoped that would give us an even further advantage.My plan was to wait for the KKK across the street between two abandoned adobe buildings. I figured that opposition would shake them up, especially opposition from an unexpected direction. The only thing that I was really worried.