He said first to tell who we all are and what we do here at Belle Field. Then I could ask the question. So, here it comes.My name is Ellen. I'm a slav...e to Mr. John Ambrose. He's my owner. Actually my momma belonged to him first and when he knocked her up and made me, I was his property too.Mr. Beau is my use-master. Mr. John gave me to him as a riding mare while he's stayin' here on Belle Field Plantation this time. So mainly I've been his bedwarmer since last fall when I had my birthday. I was. Elder daughter Maggie, aged thirty-four, was still single. ‘Maggie darling, are you really sure you’re not the marrying kind?’ Maggie sighed as if hearing an old record on permanent replay. ‘Mother you know I’m just waiting for Mr Right.’ And these days there endeth that conversation because Maggie would walk away, knowing the replay of the exchange that had happened so often would replay unchanged and progress no further than being primed for the next replay. For Maggie it was tedious,. Violet stared at her sister’s vaginal walls as they pulsated and shivered. “2! 41! 59! 58! 90! 17!” Violet couldn’t believe her eyes as Kathleen’s belly moved, the child positioning itself to be born. She knew that Kath would not get through the list of numbers before the baby was born. So she seized the initiative. “Keep reading no matter what!” “78! 30! 32!” Violet made an arrowhead with her hand, and pushed her arm into her sister, burying it halfway up to her elbow before coming up against. The group conversation was starting to splinter up and Jill and Callan were soon turned in, just talking to each other, the flirting and closeness between the two of them evident to everyone.Standing there with an empty glass, lonely and not really included in anyone’s conversation I felt my cheeks coloring up as I felt increasingly frustrated and angry at how Jill and Callan were behaving – showing me up in front of friends and neighbors. The group might have been a swingers group a couple of.