”“He’s the hockey player, right?”“I take karate!” Birgit interjected. “With Mom and Mom and Dad! Stephie starts today!”“How are her ...vitals?”“Typical for a sassy seven-year-old!” I chuckled.“Seven-and-a-half!” Birgit declared firmly.“It’s something to keep an eye on for all your kids, as we don’t know exactly what the issue with your hypothalamus is. Would your parents and grandparents be willing to undergo a battery of tests?”“My dad’s parents died long before I was born. The chances of my mom. Merritt waited at the bottom of the ramp that connected the ship to the ground. “Von, we need to do something about my sister. She needs a project.”I kissed her good morning, which temporarily stopped further words. The foreman climbed a ladder next to us to hammer something, so I pulled my wife away and led her down the beach for some privacy. In recent months the fishermen had taken to storing their boats further away from the shipyard, so we walked west along the edge of the water where the. She was a passionate woman who had always enjoyed sex, but over the years, the couple’s love-life had tailed off to a depressing degree. Now, she was lucky if they were intimate once a month, and even then, it was all too brief and she got the feeling he was doing her a favour by taking time out from more important pursuits.HIM doing HER a favour? It should be the other way around! She was no longer the young woman he’d married, but she was still gorgeous, and in perfect physical shape. She. For that was all she saw now when she looked upon her former sisters in arms, beautiful owned slave girls, deserving of a switch to their bottoms if they were to fail to obey a single order, and that is all they saw she knew as they looked upon her, their mouths filled with their masters’ cocks, their wet pussies violated by strong rough fingers?The final straw came when she felt her master’s hands cupping her upturned arse, and as a series of particularly deep thrusts impaled her in quick.