The Medal of Honor, boy have they reached rock bottom." He said as we laughed. After putting the luggage in the car, we drove home.Everyone greeted us... at the door as we entered. The whole family sat around talking for a couple of hours. It seemed as though the kids asked him the same questions they asked me when I returned. The questions stopped as soon as mom told us to come to the table, supper was ready. While we were eating, the questions continued."That's enough questions kids!" I said. Times that he’d find someplace in the country to park, in a nice secluded area, then start to mess around. At first over my clothes then, his hand inside of my clothes, down in my shorts, under my t-shirt or shirt. When I was encouraged to do the same with him, I went for the bulge in his slacks right away.Rubbing it over his clothes then fumbling around to get his slacks open, get his cock out, stroke it a little. It was nice to feel him get harder and harder in my hand as I stroked away. He asked for my help. I gave him advice, agreed to act as executor and some other things. I had to point out I couldn't do something that was illegal. I have some money in trust for you, so you don't have to struggle. I don't think there'll be any problem with probate, and I'll handle that for you. We'll just need to get together to deal with tax and so on."Bella sat silent for several minutes. "You were ... close ... to my father, weren't you?"It was the older woman's turn to be silent; her. They would knead them, and fool around with them. Each woman would slide their finger into thevagina of the female slaves, pinch their nipples, slap their asses and breastssome before recording some data on the clipboard, on the while speaking inRussian.The inspections went off without a hitch,with the most resistance put up being muffled moans and tears which served toonly amuse each woman, and cause them to spend more time on them, humiliatingthem in front of their slave-mates.As mentioned,.