If incest offends you, I suggest you look elsewhere. My parents were both recovering alcoholics when I was born and fortunately never relapsed when I ...as growing up. I really had a simple childhood; I was quiet and people liked me because I didn’t bother anyone. My world changed when my grandfather died in a bad accident – my father’s father. My dad took it really hard and started to drink. My mother really came down on him for that and kept screaming at him to stop, to see someone, etc.I guess. ’ ‘You, slave, get on your feet NOW’, the other barked. ‘Me and my mate are expert at giving a man’s body a good kicking, and causing real hurt without permanent damage. There’s nothing we like more than an unruly slave, as it allows us to practice our kicking before we go off to gang fights at the weekend. Now, UP!’ I struggled to stand up, finding it very hard to do so without the help of my hands, and stood there all covered in dust from where I’d rolled on the concrete. ‘Should we clean him. ... Greeeaaattttt..... ooohww... " I teased her nipples with my other hand, I know she has very sensitive nipples. "OOhhw.... yesss... I will... come... If.. you go... on... " I slowed a bit down... "I wish I could see the blonde do this to you.... She would get her whole hand in..... bite on your nipples... Would you like that...?" "OOOHHHhhhhh... YESSSS..... SOOooooo Hornyyy..... mmmmmmm....." I continued teasing her. "Maybe... you want to fuck her with a champagne bottle... and drink from. "But what are we to do now? How will I feed Hannah? We only just had enough as it was. Now it's all gone. We'll starve," she cried."You can come with us." Tony told her. "We will find you somewhere safe, somewhere you can be housed and be fed. And it won't be a whore house either."Rachael smiled a weak smile through her tears. "Thank you" she sobbed, holding and rocking her baby.They quickly gathered up Rachael and Hannah's few belongings; loaded them on the sled and set off. Martha, Rachael.