‘Hey, um, Gretchen, right?’ Marvin Stanford said from the doorway. ‘Dad, what you doing here?’ Becky asked, voice quavering slightly. ‘Hi Mr.... Stanford,’ Gretchen said. ‘Don’t go in until midnight, got…’ the man said, looking at his watch ‘Almost three hours.’ ‘Oh,’ was all Becky said. ‘Y’all have fun,’ the man said and left the bedroom. ‘Hey butt breath, Michael, her step-brother teased as he walked past the open door of Becky’s bedroom. ‘Shut up!’ Becky shrilled. They heard a baseball game. If he needs to go visit his parents or take a trip, I add enough money to cover him. It also gives me a chance to keep tabs on what he’s doing. I require my slave to be monogamous and faithful.I usually beat him home by an hour and since he had to stop at the store I was allowing him another 45 minutes. Anything past that would be cause for punishment. He bested my expectation by eight minutes. Knowing his place, he walked through the side door and sat down the bags. He stripped out of his. " What did you do after the Marines?" My parents were killed in a car wreck while I was overseas. I only found out after I returned from deployment. They were only children as am I. Dad liked insurance so I was and am fairly well off. I applied to a few colleges and was accepted at Auburn among others. I've finished my bachelor's degree and am about half way through my master's in engineering. When I came here, I bought this farm and adopted the cat that came with it. It's not a very exciting. Bud took another drink and compared Millie's lush, round backside to Kelly's slender, firm rump. Millie turned around and caught him staring at her ass. She wiggled her butt and stuck her tongue out at him."Now that you've had a little pussy, you looking at all women like dat?" She wiped her hands on her apron, a motion that made her breasts ripple and roll under her cotton house dress. "My little white boy's done grown into a real hound dog, ain't he?"She cupped her breasts and teased her.