340 Weatherby ammo for the weapon. There were twenty boxes, and each box held two hundred rounds. I thought I had better order some extra."What you do...ing, James?" Jane asked from the doorway"Counting ammo," I said as I looked at the different ammos in the bottom of the case."Ok, hand me a pad and I will write while you count," Jane said.Handing her the pad and pen I started pulling out boxes of ammo and counting. Ten minutes later, I had them sorted and stacked. "Ok, we have twenty boxes in. Present usually was dried or damp female juices along with a few drops of her urine. I would then usually lick the damp areas, tasting her combined fluids, all the while jerking my usually hard cock off to eventual eruption all over my flat stomach. This has usually satisfied my peaking fascination with my sister's(or on a few occasions...my mom's) panties. On this one occasion, I was so engrossed with my self pleasuring, I failed to hear the front door open. Unknown to me, my sister and her. I felt free, I reached for my blindfold, but as I did my hand was grabbed, and Daddy whispered, “I thought you wanted to be a good little slave for me?” “I do, and I enjoy being your slave, honest,” I whispered to him, trying to work out where he was. It fell silent. Daddy’s booming voice broke the silence… “Get on all fours then,” he demanded, “and open your mouth again!” I did as he requested, beaming. I loved being ordered to do things by my Daddy. I was expecting to feel his rock hard. After a journey through what we call Gourmand Park, on either side the dense woods encroach upon the roadway, and the trees stand tall, blocking out much of the sun. But within minutes your car will come out into Evergreen Glade, our foremost edition to the neighborhood. Filled with beautiful wooden houses, each with well manicured hedges or tall intricate fences. The houses in this community tower nearly three stories and are quite beautiful.But the civilians I am sure will draw your eye. Here.