I asked them what they were doing there."Oh we wouldn't miss this for the world" my mother replied."No," added Jane with a wicked smirk. "Because we k...ow exactly what is going to happen tonight!"I should explain that Jane and I have never really got on, and I know that she has had no respect for me since we grew up often calling me a wimp or pansy to my face.Dan called upstairs, and two tall black men came down, totally naked. They were followed by two equally naked white women. I recognised. Even though she was still treated like a slave by her aunt, she felt like a most prized possession.Jane did inflict pain on her from time to time but she always seemed to do it in a loving and erotic way. Nipple clamps, whips, paddles, floggers and crops were all introduced to her body. Hot wax, electricity and ice also became occasional instruments of torture. But it was always a delicate and erotic torture. There was almost always some kind of bondage and sometimes she was even blindfolded.. "Kellen smiled. "Yeah, I know. Mom and Dad. Grandma and Pawpaw. I know lots of 'em that stuck with it. I know Mom and Dad have their days, but they're still together after twenty-something years." Kellen was the youngest of three siblings.I let out a long sigh. "And we both know some of the other kind, too..." Tell me about it," Kellen echoed my sigh. "My big brother's on his second wife. You know the one I'm talking about."I did. Kellen had confided in her brother's exploits. Like Kellen, he. "Not if I can help it, ma'am."I came to discuss damages on behalf of Miss Minot, but Mr. Turnerwent for his gun before we could start the discussion. Are you MissusTurner, Ma'am?" Yes I am. And what damages did you want to discuss with my worthless husband?"Jake was pleased, and rather surprised by the lack of grief on behalf of the widow Turner. She was a tall, shapely woman, with broad shoulders, impressively large and buoyant chest, and wide hips. Her waist was narrow, compared to her hips,.