She greeted the others warmly as well. Now that something was finally happening, Rebecca felt quite a bit calmer. The old stereotypes of the nervous f...ther from the 50's still applied to a nervous slave owner when her beloved slave was about to give birth. It didn't help when the slave owner was carrying twins herself, and had a pregnant wife as well."The expectant mother in question is right this way," she told her guests, "along with my wife and the father of two of the babies."Rebecca led. We'll find your sister," Rachel assures me, touching my wrist softly. My mission to find my sister is beginning to loose focus. This quickly comes back into focus once I hear someone call my name and by someone I mean my sister. "Allison?" I call back and my name comes back in return. I sprint towards the direction and find my sister, blindfold in hand and her eyes a little puffy as if she's been crying."Are you alright?" I ask. She replies by kissing me straight on the lips before holding me. I bought a pint, and one for Kevin, and then glanced around the bar room. It was about 1.30pm and most of the lunch time drinkers had left. I rarely came in on a Tuesday - Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings were my prime cunt hunting times - this pub had a high incidence of available single girls on those evenings and I had enjoyed many a good night of bonking after being on a pussy hunt in this favourite pub of mine.It was then that I saw her. She was sitting in a corner booth, a slim dark. And he don’t do it in hotels as he is scared of police.Me: oh then next time get him to my place and we 3 can have a good time together .. LolI: lol he will kill me and hang himself if he knows this.Me: don’t worry he will not know this. And I kissed her again. And sucked the beer from her mouth.I: you are really amazing. I love the way you treat me . You are having sex with me as your gf. Not as a prostitute.Me: I love this type of sex not just fuck pay and forget.Finishing her beer she is.