"I am then passed around much like the dinner courses, as a slave holds my leash and walks me around the dinner table, stopping only when someone sign...als. I then crawl to them and pull out their dick and suck them while they eat dinner. I am so quiet that the only sign I'm even there is when someone groans a little before they shoot their cum in my mouth.After dinner, it's an entirely different thing. The gentlemen light their cigars and George directs the slaves in serving the brandy. My. Okay?”I did have a shaved cunt, but not because other girls did it. Daddy liked bare twat. He had a huge grin on his face as he stared at my sister. I licked my lips, my pussy—still aching from my denied orgasm this morning—clenched as I devoured the sight of my twin. Her pussy lips were tighter than mine, and plump with her arousal.“Beautiful,” whispered Mommy.I nodded my head, my mouth growing dry.“Ready?” Daddy asked.“Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I was a brat at Grandma and Grandpa's. I should have. I decided that I would retire from teaching and put my retirement fund into the campground purchase. We decided to hire more staff and make it more diverse. Along with the old staff we hired five more women. One of them was Sara, the black girl we met at the dance club the night we went out on the down. She ended up coming to visit us at the campground and stayed for two weeks. I loss count how many times I fucked her. She is going to be the camps General Manager. Two white girls and two. At that time I had been married to my wife, Melissa, for seven years. We were childless: my chef's lifestyle didn't really suit fatherhood; but Mel, as she was usually called, wanted a family before she got much older, so we made the life-changing decision to move to the West Country and open the guest-house. Unfortunately, for Mel, it wasn't so much life-changing, as life-ending: she was dead at 34. I seriously debated at the that time whether to sell up and return to Oxford, but I knew that.