There didn’t appear to be anything of use to me in the room. My hands are tied behind my back and each of my feet are bound separately with a heav...y rope. I must assume that my hands are tied with the same kind of rope. It looked like the kind of rope that you would find on a boat. The end of the rope was tied to two support beams by the stairs separating my legs. Reaching as far back as I could and scooting forward, sure enough the one tied to my hands was tied to a beam in the back. Why are. Scolded yet again when I didn’t set the rather large supper dishes where they were to be placed. We could not eat until Uncle Cliff arrived so I attempted idle chatter. We had not spoken much at all. But Aunt Dolores was not the talkative type. Uncle arrived but there was an awkward silence. He simply came in washed his hands and sat at the head of the table, knife and fork upright in his big gnarled fists. He smelled horribly of animal excrement. I couldn’t eat anything. “Better eat, Megan,”. I did not think of her as my step daughter, I thought of her as a street junkie, and I was going to do whatever I wanted. Fuck her, fuck it.I pulled her panties off, over her boots and I put my face into her middle, sucking on her clit and shoving two fingers into her tight wet pussy.She tasted and smelled great, did not move and I knew she was mine. All night, she was mine. I lifted her blouse and played with her breasts, and I kissed her non responsive mouth. I got up, took my hard cock to. "I looked at the papers and saw I'd be competing in barrel racing, breakaway roping, and goat tying. It was exciting and I gave my mom a big hug."There'll be a bit more," my mom said," My brother, Gene, says you can come up and work this summer, so you'll have some spending money. You think on it some, and we'll all talk it over."Wow! This was neat. My specialty was barrel racing. I done a lot of the other two but in that I knew I was as good as anyone. I had several horses I used, and always.