‘Come on, Mummy!’ she laughed, ‘Let’s go in and see if it’s our lucky day!’ The temptation proved irresistible. Annabell pushed open the d...oor and the pair stepped apprehensively inside. The sight that greeted them was quite a surprise. They had expected something basic and scruffy, along the lines of a Yates’s Wine Lodge, but the shop interior was warm, smart, and quite impressive, with comfortable chairs and good quality carpet on the floor. Being 8.30 in the evening, only a handful of. – How come uncle is so attached to us, mom?– It was him, not me, your father had as his first wife. They were lovers from their school days. I was a distant relation to uncle. Uncle tricked me and gifted me to your father as a token of his love to him. A juvenile girl I was then. Your father broke me in; made me pregnant with you; and married me hence. But he never gave up his love with uncle.– So close?– So close… ah yeah…. Fuck… Make mommy’s belly BIG…AaahhhHHH!She shuttered and convulsed.. The door sung open and my Mistress persona completely took over my entire being. I stood there with my trench coat closed with its sash and my hands on my hips. “Did you really think you were going to be able to run away from me my pet?” I said sternly then threw open my trench coat showing off my sexy Mistress outfit with my cock standing proud. His looked completely shocked and excited then he tried to say something but I lunged at him, grabbed a hand full of his hair and slowly. In the bad old days of the 19th and 20th Centuries there were worse things than the sweat shop. Mining was dirty and dangerous. Unemployed children would steal, perform hard manual labor in the streets, hustled newspapers and hawked liquor and tobacco. Children were prostitutes, too. The worst though was farm labor, especially farm labor for the migrant worker. During the 20th and 21st Centuries most of that migrant labor was Latino and is part of the reason for Aztlan's hatred of the United.