Once again I feltsomething poking at me and I realized what it was.What surprised me more than the kiss was that I didn't care about whatwas poking me... in the crotch even after I figured out what it was. Forsome reason I was enjoying this. His hands went from my hips to my waistand my butt and I kept mine around his neck. I wrapped my legs around himand we were completely intertwined. We made out, our tongues pressing inand out of each other's mouths for a good half hour, before he took hismouth. Starting with his finger but quickly spreading out through the rest of her body. A tingle, a warm tingle that lingered around in between her legs. It was getting intenser and intenser. His finger trusting her. She felt his knuckle sliding past her labia, in and out. Up and down. His finger bumping into a spot deep inside her. Teasingly feeding the overwhelming horniness. She thought she was about to explode. Higher. Dangling on the edge. For a while. A little while longer. Suddenly release.. ”“Uncle Jack says he’s my father.”“Then he’s lying, which is true to his character. He’s never been your father and he isn’t your father now and he never will be your father in the future.”“But he says that he’s got a test done and it proves it.”“It proves nothing at all. I could get a test done as well, and I’m not your father.”“But he says that the test proves that it’s a scientific fact that he’s my father.”“It only proves that there’s a direct biological relationship, William, which is not. He wondered what the other slave, the one dressed in black but with her tits out, was saying to the bound slave? She was probably whispering encouragements and comforting words to the poor girl being abused.There was not much time and still a lot to do.Steve turned away from the spectacle and moved back to where he and his team had been setting up a St. Andrew's cross. The crowd was growing. As the time for the banquet approached more people were arriving. The larger the crowd, the easier it.