We’d all known this was coming since the day Hannah returned to the clan a year ago. The joy was palpable.We missed the kids terribly through the re...t of winter and spring. We had jobs. The kids had school. I felt bad for them. They were all managing their full-time class loads while still producing a weekly television show. Hannah had negotiated a good working arrangement with the IU Media Department and they were so pleased they wanted to hold a production camp at the ranch over the summer.. “I think he just likes looking at boobs and any set of tits will do, Master.”Master wasn’t so sure, but he told me to continue being helpful and polite toward my family and patted my head. “You are doing well. Keep it up, and I’ll grant you a reward when we are on the road,” he promised.He finally let me piss and shit. He made breakfast for them, and I cleaned up and ate scraps when they were done. I am used to mostly eating off-brand cereal for breakfast. Kim and I are terrible cooks, and we. He felt her pleasure mound hidden behind her khakis, rubbing his hand over her cunt area. Then he took his hand back and grabbed her ass, squeezing them tightly. He caressed mom’s shoulder, running and mauling her big breasts. He grabbed her boobs with his both hands and pinched them so hard that mom cried in pain. “You can leave the lady, son,” The old man guffawed loudly. “Nothing, pap” Reluctantly, the younger man left mom. He looked visibly excited; his breathing rapid and erratic, his eyes. Part of that role was to find others that wanted what they wanted but were leaderless. Peter walked into the theater and met the police at the door. Of course they knew him and allowed him to go and report to the producer and director. Peter knew that one of them had been part of Michael's group. Neither let the person not within their group suspect the fact that they knew each other. Peter was shown his dressing room and he told them he would begin to study his lines.It was a tiny lie. He had.