The hospital room was definitely a hospital room. White walls, gleaming clean tile floors, antiseptic smell, and florescent lighting. My bed was clean..., freshly changed by the look of it, and starched. I could feel the roughness of starched sheets beneath me.Who starches hospital sheets?When I raised my arms, they came up on their own, with no trouble at all. I was expecting IV's, arm restraints, maybe a board to keep my arm from pinching the IV tubes, but found nothing of the sort. My arm. He had a good eye for both, and he didn’t take long to make a name for himself as a breeder of fine horseflesh.Then he fucked up. He found breeding horses was just as boring as growing crops. Albert also found that while fucking the slave girls was fun, he missed the chase. They didn’t put up any fight and just bent over for him. He’d had to resort to a little torture to get a reaction out of them.They also didn’t fuck him back or love him as his Maria had. Of all his conquests, she had been. Then I spent the rest of the evening giving her endless soaking orgasm's with cock, tongue, fingers and her rather extensive collection of toys.Later that week while I was beginning to fix the steps on the back landing, I heard it and ran into the house. Mother was once again playing my beloved cello music and singing my favorite song.Charlotte Church's - Requiem.She wasn't naked but I'll talk her into it sooner or later.~~~~~~~A little over a half year later on the morning of my 19th birthday. I watched my dad fuck this women and has I looked on my dad got off her and started too head fuck her I opened the door a little bit to get a better view and has my dad cum on her face and made her swallow I relised it was my own sister! I went back down stairs picked my sandwiches up and went back to work. I couldn't get thought of my dad cumming down my sisters throat I replayed over and over in my head . The day after was Saturday and mom and dad go shopping at the weekend. Me and my sister.