She wondered what next. So what are you going to do to her? The guy asked. I am going to spank her for breaking my rules, Michael put simply. Why beca...use youre jealous that she was dancing with me? No because she is my slave and I told her not to allow anyone to put their hands under her clothes. She broke that rule when you touched whats mine, Michael told him. Wait, I dont get it. How do you own her? She looks American to me. I thought slavery was illegal, the guy asked clearly not. ‘If something went wrong and we didn’t tell her the trust she has in us would be damaged beyond repair. She is growing stronger all the time now, and she can handle this. Dorothea is a feisty old bird. She will come through it fine I know, and Bella will be better for the experience. Seeing someone face the risks and live through it. As usual Dorothea knows best.’ He gave a sad chuckle, ‘She knows the risks. In a way, she has taken the decision to tell Bella or not out of your hands so that you. As I took a drink he moved his hand down to my dick. His hand was cool and felt good. He slowly moved it up and down as I turned the pages. I felt the coolness of my precum as he rubbed it around the head of my dick. After a few minutes he had me turn and lay across him. Pushing my legs apart he rubbed and pressed my scrotum while stroking my dick. It started feeling good as I felt a wave come over me. When I felt the urge to pre I knew what was about to happen. I put the magazine down and. That's not what I said either. If I say it's yours, then you'll accuse me of checking you out again."She said nothing.I flicked a fragment from the tweezers. "Last one." Dad? I promise I won't get mad or, like, accuse you of being pervy or whatever." Well," I said, as she twitched her hand and I lost the grip on the spine fragment, "guess I'd have to say that since your mother's wasn't full of thorns, hers looked better." Uh huh. But, what if I, like, didn't have the thorns?" Hopefulness.Okay,.