‘What the hell’s the matter now, Clay?’ asked Dave, my partner for the last 4 years. ‘Them bastards walked! I don’t know why we even bother!... It should be like it was a hundred years ago — if they got caught, they hung. Now they scare the witnesses so bad that they are afraid to testify in court, or if we do get a conviction, they’re under 18 so they just barely get a slap on the wrist! I’ve about had it!’ ‘What can you do? We don’t make the rules, we just try to enforce them, but our hands are. He raised his arms up and I sat on his lap like always, while he hugged me.“What are you doing home at this hour daddy?” I asked him, as he brushed my wet hair aside.“Mom’s not here na” Mom had gone out on a trip with her friends- Ooty and Kodaikanal- for a week. “So, i thought i’d take you out to lunch today” he said“Awww…” I adjusted myself and hugged him some more. My shorts hiked up my torso, covering virtually no part of my thighs. Daddy’s hands were on my shoulders, and when I moved, it. Maami: Shuir che yeti, shangin yim te shaamas wichaw (the kids are here, let them sleep and then we will do something if possible).I was happy to see that she also wanted to do what I had in mind. Now I knew that the fire was from maami’s side too. It was just a matter of time before we started fucking each other. I tried to be patient because I knew I would be hitting the jackpot tonight!We had dinner and I was playing with the kids while watching TV. She was in the kitchen wrapping up. . this is a reward?”Lord Blackmon had taken a bite of the buttered roll and waited until he had swallowed before he answered, “No, not really. This is the way we will eat when we go to a club or other high end establishment and we do not want to confine or commit our slaves to the kitchen staff for use. However their behavior and attitude needs to be proper and polite for them to remain in the formal dining room with us. So I guess this is a teachable moment for both of these slaves as well as.