“Very astute, Senator,” I praised with a smirk. Needed to give a couple strokes of his ego to keep him balanced. “Before you even came here, we ...had you sign an NDA to not disclose anything you see while you’re here. All of our patrons must likewise sign one when they join. But maintaining this collective secret is… a team effort.” Barnes scowled, knowing where I was going with this. “Everybody contributes what they can, and seeing as you’re a United States senator, I’m afraid it’s no small sum. Upstairs were three bedchambers - one for Columbus and his wife, one for the daughters, and one for the sons.Columbus had three sons and three daughters that survived to maturity. Lottie, died giving birth to their fifth c***d. Not long after, the widower with four young c***dren took another wife.Columbus owned a total of nine slaves. One was his second wife. Two were his younger daughters. The remaining six were unrelated to him and worked to make sure the settlement ran smoothly. He was a. I would never want to hurt her, but convinced myself that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt right?While watching my cock head slide in and out of her mouth I found myself super stimulated by the knowledge that she was not only tasting my cock for the first time, she was also tasting her own pussy. To my knowledge she had never even masturbated. I had certainly spied on her enough times without seeing any evidence of it to believe this to be the case. And here she was, getting her pussy juice. He didn’t move an inch, and said, “Just grabbing a beer,” as he reached past me with his right arm, purposely bumping my right boob through my night shirt as he grabbed a can of beer off the middle shelf.Like my mother, I had developed early, and Daryl had certainly noticed. I had a narrow waist, curvy hips, and big, heavy, D-sized boobs that Daryl loved to stare at and occasionally bump into or grab around the house. In the kitchen that night, I was bra-less underneath my night shirt, and my.