It was amazing how Jennifer could make me come without even being in the same room!I took a shower, toweled off, got dressed, and made my way into the...kitchen. Jennifer was sitting at the table eating a bowl of oatmeal.“Good morning, Uncle Jim. I tried not to wake you. Figured you might need some extra sleep.”“Thanks for that. I did. What are you up to today?”“About that, I was wondering if my friend Ashley could come over. We probably won’t go anywhere. Just take a swim and lay out in the. He asked me to describe my “ideal” connection, but I didn’t know much about him yet and I didn’t want to write a scenario for an interaction with someone I hadn’t even met. I’ve seen lots of gay massage videos but didn’t want to prescribe a particular sequence of events. And getting to know someone via email messages is slow. Since his initial name was an invention and he didn’t want to share photos I didn’t know much. Did he work for the local government? Or was he a well-known businessman?. It’s mine. Please master, don't harm her. I’ll...." He silenced me with a back-head blow. My face was on fire. I tried to rub it but Master just slapped my hand away. "Ceres, you will show your sister respect. You will not be rude. Do you understand me, Ceres?" Master thundered. “Yes, Master, I’m sorry, Taliya." Taliya smiled at me. Master pushed me on the bed. I didn't dare move; he walked over to Taliya, putting his belt back on. Mistress Julia looked mad enough to kill. Tall, blue-eyed, with short, blonde hair that is neither straight nor curly, floral blouse tucked into bluejeans whose soft, faded blue denim accentuate. her broad, flaring hips, the twin roundnesses of her buttocks.A big farm girl, Daisy.And she has left home.Not run away, but simply left, her high school education completed, the farm a dusty expanse of whithered crops capped, near the highway, by a dilapidated cluster of barn, silo and house.There was no argument, was in fact no discussion..