Her husband was okay in the bedroom, but nothing that great. She liked younger men.Carolyn had a son, but never was overly motherly with him. In fact,... when he was younger, her and her husband had brought in a nanny to take care of the baby. Carolyn was more interested in her career and didn’t really have that motherly instinct that most women have. She didn’t have a connection with her child.It’s not that she didn’t love her son, but she wasn’t interested in his day to day living. The nanny. ”Another overseer put his hand on the big Oghr’s shoulder.”He looks to fat for being a poop scooper. He will bring good coin from the Togar.”They had other slaves get him out when they saw the memory tape around his wrists.Two hours later, an Oghr overseer was added to the composter and another found himself in a slave pen. Kukur, now clean again sat in his favorite room. This time the shutters bolted a blaster within his reach and half a dozen armed guards close by.The Slave merchant wondered. As Deb finishes of her drying she bends forward and those mammaries hang vertically, swaying almost in a circular motion, all the time her nipples pointing to the floor.Lifting one leg onto the bed I get to see an unobstructed view of her dark, very hairy pussy, before it is covered with the towel, which she rubs roughly on her pubic mound to dry it.In her final act of drying, Deb puts the towel behind her shoulders and starts to dry her back with a side-to-side pull. This is proving too much. Me in a stroller, a goofy hat on my head. Me crawling around, standing in the living room while holding onto the coffee table, my father kneeling behind me, his hands spread, ready to catch me if I fell. About two years' worth. And then they stopped.There was a blank page in the book and then there were two more sets of pictures. One was of Daddy playing with me in a park. He was pushing me in a child's swing; one with holes for the legs to fit through. Me sitting on a playground.