I know Mom’s not interested anymore, if she ever was and I can tell how much you need it. I understand, because I need it too, Dad. So, something in...ide me decided it would be fun to tease you and see what would happen. I thought it would be exciting.”“You know about all that? With me and Mom? I had no clue you heard all those things.”“Well, I did.”“But Honey, what do you mean, you understand? And you ... You really ... Youwanted me to see you? Seriously? Um ... did it excite you like you. Amy’s mother called her in, told her curtly to pack her bag, that she’d be working for me, henceforth, and not even to think about coming back to the farm any more. With her little bag in tow and Amy shedding tears all the way to the car, we left and we haven’t been back or communicated with her parents since. Amy, for the past three years, has been not only my oft-punished servant, but, I guess you could say, my slave, though, as far as she knows, every girl is treated this way. When the. Darnell had a rather vulgar sense of humor when the right mood hit him and he began telling me how bad I sucked at the game."Are you sure you even know the rules because you suck so bad, I'm surprised you aren't making gagging sounds!" he quipped."Gagging sounds?" I asked."You're right, that would mean you're sucking good," he added."What the hell do you mean?" his comment had me confused."Come on... you know when you're getting a good blow job and she's gagging on it and making slurping sounds. It would be all too easy to shoot through the glass or throw a molotov cocktail through the glass. It took me three weeks to get the work done. I had it done at night by some old friends. Both exterior and interior video surveillance systems were added. The recorder was located in a hidden safe. The door frames were replaced with heavy duty metal frames that were sunk into the reinforced concrete floor. There were sheets of four inch polycarbonate plastic inside all windows. The glass in each.