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Actually things didn’t begin the way I expected either and the summer was nothing like I thought it would be. I thought I would have a lot of time to myself over the summer to get ready for my first year of teaching. Instead, most of my summer was taken up finding out I was a painslut, falling in love with another painslut– holly– submitting myself to Mistress Gloria... and then serving her for the rest of the summer Some of the summer did go as expected. I kept Uncle Walter’s cabin in good shape and the grass around it mowed and trimmed. I had some help with that. Holly would also mow and puddy tat and cheryl would clear brush and trim. That is, it was puddy tat and cheryl until cheryl became Mistress Cheryl and Mistress Tracy became slave tracy. Then puddy tat and tracy cleared brush and trimmed while holly and I mowed. Holly and I couldn’t MILF trim or clear brush because we couldn’t get off our mowers. Mistress Gloria and Mistress Sam modified the mowers with big, inflatable, butt plugs to keep us in our seats– they caught us screwing in Suck the grass when we should have been mowing. Holly and puddy tat and tracy and me did some minor repairs on Uncle Cornelius’ cabin. We also painted the porch and touched up the trim on Uncle Walter’s cabin. Nothing interesting happened there except puddy tat, tracy, and holly decided that I would look good green and painted me almost all over with the porch deck paint. I guess they didn’t know it wasn’t latex and couldn’t be washed off with water. Mistress Gloria was furious. She made them clean me off, but I was the one who had to stand there while they used a couple blowjob of gallons of mineral spirits to get the paint off my body. I stunk so bad after that Mistress Gloria made me sleep out in the yard for a couple nights. That wasn’t so bad except that Holly couldn’t sleep out there with me. Holly and I are slave bound, which is sort of like married except it is only recognized by big our Mistress and her friends. The Fourth of July was interesting. We– and by we, I mean Mistress Gloria– helped Master Jeremy and slave kristi find out who they really were. They and some of their friends came into the cove to swim. Jeremy had the balls to talk back to Mistress Gloria when she told them to leave and, by the time they finally left, he was Master Jeremy and his fiancé was his slave kristi. Actually he was a Master before that and she was a slave before that, they just didn’t realize it. Their friends had left in the middle of the argument with Mistress Gloria, so I drove them home the next Monday. I thought I would never see them again, but then we went to the club. Holly and I screwed up by talking when we should have been quiet and, as punishment, Mistress Gloria entered us into that night’s Beautiful Butts, I indian mean, Cutest Ass contest. No cam matter what you call it, all the other contestants were girls, and I still won. The way her brown hair fell off her shoulders and draped around her flushed face. There was no use in going slow now that she was awake. Amy and I went downstairs naked with our arms around each other. A shudder ripped up my spine as my groin felt a wet heat flick against it. I loved it when he just supervised, witnessing his sisters writhing together in passion. Mee nanna vostaru vodulu.” (enough of early morning romance. "Don’t indian be shy honey," Liz said to her son "it's completely natural for you to have an erection with me standing here naked. Object. I am a traitor to myself, my people, and my family, but that doesn’t mean I should continue to be one. I mean, what the fuck, this would mean that I had to take dick! Mommy and I cuddled and talked all blowjob night in my little bed.” "I prefer WolfPaw better. I shot her a sarcastic "Satisfied?" look. No one was ever allowed to cut down any of the Big Trees, with the understanding of what they really were. The sex can only disguise the pain for so long. I leaned down to Colleen's ear and asked her if she was having fun. With every thrust I found myself getting shamefully closer to an orgasm and as I looked up at Miss, it was clear she was almost there as well. “I guess I’ve changed a little since we last talked,” MILF she said with a smile. We did everything, I let him do whatever he wanted.” She sniffled then rubbed her face on my shirt, wiping her drippy nose on me. I didn’t have any words that would comfort her so I let her sniffle and big cleanse her sorrow on my shirt. Soft. I strapped Lori up, and laid down on the floor, legs spread vulgerly wide. She grabbed Jeni's wrist and started pulling it towards her crotch, but the other girl yanked it free. “Stay right there”, the unknown guy said as I only had Randy about maybe an inch in me. The guy then stuck his dick in with Randy’s dick. This time I had already been stretched and I was wet with the last mans cum, it did not hurt as much as before. Chapter 2 Fishing with my Father And like, I want all of that, I want you to touch my pussy and boobs. “No problem.” She confirmed. HOLY SHIT!" "Do you feel like pushing? I was never much of a liar. “Will do, see you about seven this evening.” I touched him with my fingers, he was at my little mouth, his cock milking Suck me, thrusting into me, over and over. She’s really struggling. Truly, you all remind me every day of why I cam keep writing and wanting to tell stories for people. Not with the sight of my daughter's juicy snatch beckoning me on. “I know sometimes I can be a little too… I headed downstairs. That made me smile hearing him use such profanity.