You are blooming so sweetly this morning. You make my old heart joyful that you have the common sense to go to bed early and wise enough to rise early... as well to greet the new day with enthusiasm for a full day’s work.”Mercy smiled as sweetly as possible and hoped her weary personal parts were swaddled sufficient to prevent any disclosure of her guilt.“Thank you, father, whither are we away if not to aforesaid work on this bright and bird-song filled morning.”The slightly stooped older man. Her body shook, vibrate on his cock, he couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to. Slowly she loosened, still convulsing. Face buried itself in her neck, kissing her skin sloppily as he began to move his hips once more, rising onto his knees and elbows for the sake of force. The exertion made him grunt, and then it spilled over. Stream after stream of hot cum painted her insides as she clung to him, the warmth flooding her beginning a whole new set of tremors. They collapsed, tangled with each. "On my first day of slavery here, when you raped me for the first time, you told me you just had to have me and that you went to Greg Masterson who listened to your desire and started the ball rolling for my enslavement. That was a lie wasn't it?" Yes Ms. Glenn, it was a lie. I actually went to Mel Zigler and persuaded him to start the ball rolling", Jenkins replied, hanging his head."Why would you lie about a thing like that?" I demanded."Because I wanted you to think the fix was in from the. I decided not to interfere. She would talk to me about it when she felt like it - if ever.It was some time later, when Mina carried her laptop to the living room so that she could make a video call to my sister, her godmother. She had just started the call with me helping by connecting the laptop to the power outlet, since its battery seemed to be on its final stages. Then there was voice by the door. A drunken voice."What do you mean I can't come in? Or course I can come to my daughter's.