Papa: Haan haan, lagta hai tumhe bhook lag rahi hai, chalo khana khate hai. Tum laga do.Mein samajh gayi ki papa shayad meri iss badmashi se peecha ch...urana chahte the. Meine thodi kass kar unke lund ko payjame ke saat dabaadi aur fir apna haat cussion se bahar nikal li.Maa uth kar kitchen ko gayi to papa turant mere kaan ko pakde aur dheeme awaaz me bole: chain se baitha nahi jata tumse kya?Mein nadaan banti hui poochi: kyu, meine kya kiya papa? Kya hua?Papa: Jayse ke tumhe pata nahi.. ” Merope scooted on her knees a little closer. That long, pale arm reached out to her, the hand wrapped around the back of her neck again, and she felt herself pulled between the woman’s legs. Her nostrils flared. The scent of another woman hit her for the first time. It was pungent and pleasant, she decided. A little more pulling and her face met the sorceress’s vagina. Merope pressed her lips together tightly, still confused. “Open your mouth, Merope,” Brynhild cooed. She did not push any of. Denny had worked on hay farms in the east since he was a little kid. He was baked dark brown from the high desert sun and he knew farm work from that exposure. Bucking hay had given him a chiseled wiry build and prematurely tough hands were his token for that. He had a dry sense of humor and philosophically we hit it off great from the get-go. He loved pranks and didn’t have the fear that I had for the bosses. There was a confidence about him that I certainly lacked but admired. I always. "He jerked the leash, forcing her to catch hold of him to keep from falling."I thought so, too." he said. "You just reminded me of rule number one: no talking, smartass. The only thing you can say to me is 'yes, sir, ' or 'no, sir.' Got it?"I've played this game before."Hey," he growled. He pulled her close again. She could smell the mouthwash on his breath. "I asked you a question. Do you understand?" Yes, sir," she said."Okay. Next rule: you won't tell Sauce about any of this. And you won't.