Chapter Eighty- Five
I Never Forget A Fucking Thing – I Have A Pornographic Memory!
Worried sick my eyes are hurting
To rest my head I'd take a life
Outside the girls are dancing
'Cause when you're down it just don't seem right
Feeling second fiddle to a dead man
Up to my neck with your disregard
Like a beat dog that's walking on the Broad way
No one wants to hear you when you're down
Sister luck is screaming out
Somebody
else's name
Sister luck is screaming out
Somebody else's name
Classic southern rock was pumping out of the stereo as we continued our long, painful, humiliating march home. I know it wasn’t my home in Cherry Lawn, but I thought of my Aunt’s trailer now as my home – such as it was.
The guys definitely enjoyed the classic rock much more than hip-hop or dance music, but I was wishing they would play something a little lighter and peppy. It would help take my mind off every pebble and flattened beer can I was forced to march over.
Ted hadn’t relented about the high stepping – forcing us to keep in step, and step just as high as we did when we first started. To Crystal’s credit – she also hadn’t dropped the dildo that my brother had placed between her tits since we left Angel’s street. That would be impossible for me but my Aunt’s fake tits stuck straight out like two stiff balloons – even still, I was impressed she hadn’t dropped it.
Ted’s warning her that if he had to stop the cart to make her pick it up he was going to make her hold one between her ass cheeks and shove another down her throat may have had something to do with her diligence and effort as well!
We walked through a Mexican neighborhood, where the smell of Mexican cooking made me salivate. I had a little Spanish in High School but I didn’t really need it to understand the words “Chinga” and “Puta”.
We walked down two more neighborhoods that I would call a melting pot. They were a mixture of Blacks, Hispanics, White people and the common theme was generally dirt poor and trashy. Savannah had enlightened me that even amongst a particular cultural group they drew their own distinctions.
The Mexicans, Cubans and Puerto Ricans for instance all had very distinct cultures and they often lived close together. I once asked her if she thought that was because they liked living near people with familiar backgrounds and her answer was “I don’t fucking know! What the fuck do I look like? Encyclopedia Brown?” followed by her theory that it’s just always been that way. “They probably just wanted the Blacks and the Mexicans all in one place because sometimes Blacks hate Mexicans and Mexicans hate Blacks. It’s just fucking easier to keep to your own people. I don’t know though, a lot of black people hate other black people – who gives a shit?”
I have to admit that sometimes my cousin’s pragmatic sense of humor and street sense made me laugh and think about things in ways I never could have. Our whispering back and forth also helped keep my mind off the fact I was marching through a strange trailer park completely naked with a butt plug in my ass and being whipped like a pony, something that should have been making me freak out.
We even walked through a Korean neighborhood where a tiny little Asian lady followed us for six trailers trying to shame us by wagging her finger and letting out a litany of curses in her native tongue. I was pretty sure she was angry and trying to shame us but Savannah told me “She always talks that way.”
I started to think that Ted truly wanted to make us walk the entire length of the Buckman until I began to recognize the street we were on and knew we were close to Glory Hill and the relative safety of our trailer. I would still be required to submit to humiliations but I wasn’t alone in being thankful to be close.
“Well Amen, Glory Halla-fucking-looyah!” Savannah was positively delighted to turn on Glory Hill when we did. She had managed to keep some gum in her mouth all this time and was excitedly chewing it in time with the rock music as we marched.
Lloyd wasn’t one to complain but he was slightly more enthusiastic once he realized he was on Glory Hill “When you come to a fork in the road – take it!” he shouted gleefully.
“Technically, if you came to a fork in the road, you would have to take only one path,” I heard Ryan interject like a smart ass. They had been bantering back and forth like Savannah and I but because they were closer to the driver’s seat and they were guy’s Ted had been a lot harsher on them than us.
“Yeah, so when you see a fork in the road – you take it!” Lloyd didn’t register Ryan’s point – and it didn’t matter because we were almost home!
I was actually surprised we weren’t going to stop by April Haislip’s trailer and see if her daughter would participate tomorrow as well. I hadn’t seen her since her beat down from that Hispanic girl from Facebook. I thought my brother might have a job for her as well. He may have forgotten or they may just not have enough room for her on our crew. She also was a bully, and a loud-mouth.Even though she was pretty – she actually exhibited every bad attribute of females we pretended to be in order to get men to punish us. They may just not have wanted to deal with the whiny, spoiled brat even though she was beautiful!
Angel had been shallow, needy, and vapid, but she was also deeply racist and I didn’t have that much sympathy for her that she was going to have to work at the car wash. She may actually benefit from the money and at least she’d be making some instead of standing in front of her trailer naked for free!
I also thought in a way it felt like karmic justice had been delivered when Daisy was recruited into our little band of slutty girls as well. Daisy was a bull-headed, ego-driven, selfish carbon copy of Ted in some ways but she was even meaner and nastier in other ways. I was surprised she had allowed herself to get caught up in the bet after all her protests against it – but I couldn’t say I wasn’t amused she had to participate on my level!
However, if Tawny Haislip, with all her contempt, conceit, bullying, posturing and tough talk could have been taken down a notch – well then, I might just believe the world wasn’t just unkind to Ellen Tinkle after all and that karma really did have a hand in things.
Every now and then – karma had the world just throw me a bone!
Maybe life wasn’t a series of unfortunate events that all happened randomly.
Then again – I had lived for nearly 16 years in a beautiful two story house in the suburbs without personally experiencing crime, peeping toms, perverts, hunger, suffering, or having anything shoved up my ass other than a delicate thermometer; and now that I thought about it – the world has given me that bone for much longer than anyone else in our little group of sluts. I should have been thankful to have what I had by comparison.
Delilah lived this experience daily with her brothers literally as her keepers and with the understanding she would until she married – someone chosen for her by her Aunt.
Savannah had spent a summer in a reform girls home that made what we were doing sound like a piece of cake. She was up for auction to wealthy business men under the guise of adoption on a daily basis.
I didn’t know what Cricket’s story was, but the more I got to know her – the more I thought she had a REALLY tough life on the streets of the Buckman and had made the best of it. She had been born with a pussy and boobs and she had grown up using them as her only real asset in a world of users and abusers.
I didn’t think Cricket even actually understood that she was supposed to be humiliated by this experience because she would greet people who yelled at us for jogging naked down their street with an enthusiastic “Yes, I know! Isn’t it wonderful? Get a good look while you can!”
There was an audible “WOOT!” of relief from the girls and Lloyd and Ryan as we marched up to the Glory Hill street sign. The word “Hill” had been crossed out and “HOLE” had been scrawled over the street name with white spray paint, but it was our street and I was looking forward to being done with the march. My legs ached, my entire body was covered in scratches, welts and even a few hickeys. I was so hungry and ready to pee right there!
I knew it wasn’t going to be fun at the trailer but it would be good to be out of the exposure of the full trailer park. There were cameras, and Daisy’s wicked children would be roaming around, but Savannah and I had free passes from being harassed by them.
I started to wonder if my mom was already home. How would we explain our nudity? I realized there was probably no way we could – and everything I had done to earn a free-pass to put my clothes on when she was home would probably not matter all that much.
“You are almost to the trailer,” Ted cut the Black Crowes song and addressed his sister, “Got your story you want to tell Maw-Maw straight in your head?”
“Yes sir, thank you for your concern,” Daisy’s impish answer was laced with the smell of the bitter rivalry that had developed between the two of them. “I am just going to be honest.”
“That would be a first,” Ted chuckled “Now remember, if she puts a stop to it then the bet is off and no one wins.”
“If she puts a stop to it then I win, Sir,” Daisy made it a point to remind him and added, “Keep in mind, y’all bitches bet that with Ted you can’t make over 25,000 dollars. If you do – then I take ownership of this little circus. So you are betting on a loser and when you hired that sweet little Angel – all you are doing is adding to my profit margin.”
“You don’t have to remind me,” Ted’s tone sounded like he was just now realizing that if we did REALLY well then he would be answering to his sister. “I remember every FUCKING thing – I have a fucking pornographic memory.”
“You mean a photographic memory?” My brother talked to Ted like they were on completely equal terms.
Ted reminded him that he was the boss and answered sarcastically, “No, pornographic – I don’t forget a single titty or ass I ever saw.” He lashed out at his sister’s back in frustration – I was unsure whether because my brother had corrected him or because he was realizing he might just lose the bet.
Daisy’s body was thick – her tits like big missiles on a B-52 bomber and her ass just as round. She was a “BBW” by anyone’s standards, and as a big girl – she shrugged off the beating and told him, “Felt good – thanks, I had an itch I couldn’t scratch, Sir. Take good care of that whip – I plan to use it on you. I am not sure whether I want you to call me Mistress Daisy or Goddess Daisy, Sir – which do you prefer?”
“You ready for Bill and your kids to greet you at the door?” Ted ignored her question and was obviously trying to play on Daisy’s fears and I sensed her shuddering in the front row. There was a battle of wits taking place and I wasn’t sure how well armed either of them actually were!
I couldn’t tell if Daisy was as worried about her kids’ or Bill’s opinion of her. I would have thought someone as bossy and self-absorbed as she could be wouldn’t care. There was a fine sheen of sweat soaking her back like a horse that had been run a great distance.
“I won’t have to do this for long,” Daisy promised that, “Once Maw-Maw comes to the door and shuts down your little game – you can strip in the yard and I’ll take over –SIR…you and that little shit Conner will be back-row with pussy boy putting his dick up your butts. What was that idea you had Ted, Sir? Three kicks to the balls for five dollars? I may have to lower the price and have a sale since I’ll have so many cocks at my command.”
Mr. Sanderson was outside walking his dog a few trailers down from ours. He overheard Daisy and his mouth dropped open in disbelief.
“Don’t worry Sir – your cock is safe, no one wants it,” she teased him and Ted lashed out with the whip and let it crack hard on her butt. “Ouch! Sorry Sir! I didn’t mean it.”
Sanderson saw us marching up and stood on the side of the lawn while his dog cocked his leg and pissed on a mailbox.
“Hey Mr. Sanderson! Ready for another blowjob? We’ve got more girls today,” Savannah chuckled offering like she was offering the Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream as Flavor of the Month at a Coldstone Creamery. Ted dropped another whip-strike on my cousin’s ass for sounding off, but she just wiggled her pert ass in defiance – almost asking for another.
Sanderson closed his mouth and watched us all march past while she smirked at his obvious discomfort. I had a feeling that there may have been more because his wife probably heard her from the window of their trailer and he had some more explaining to do.
Our trailer had been jacked up on a truck bed as if it was going to be pulled out due to a pending eviction notice. It had been modified so that there were no curtains and you could easily see in from any direction to encourage people to gawk at us. We literally lived in what could be called a “glass house” by definition now – with our windows wide open as an invitation to peep in on us.
I believe
it was all part of Odd-Jobs desire to market us as something odd
enough to get rumors and talk started. He wanted us to wear bikinis
and sexy outfits at times – but other times, he wanted people
to look right in our windows at us completely naked and he had
carefully decided when that was going to happen.
I was
genuinely surprised, given the whirlwind tour of the Buckman that we
had just done, that there wasn’t already a collection of people
waiting for our arrival. Odd-Jobs told me that we had not even run a
tenth of the length of the entire trailer park today, “Tomorrow
might be longer.”
“Oh yes, when I set the route – it will be by Catfish’s trailer, don’t worry Sir,” Daisy promised as we came to a complete stop in the road in front of the trailer. I thought at least the watchers, Donger or Boogey with his big white van, would be outside but we were surprisingly lucky not to have an audience for our arrival.
Once we reached the trailer Odd-Jobs unhitched us, and rode off with S.S. and Catfish, saying he would be back later after he secured the equipment. He told Ryan, “You made your choice – so enjoy your weekend!” and left his nephew with the rest of us.
There was now a white, porcelain toilet set up on the lawn – just sitting by itself. It was surprisingly not the only one I had seen out on a lawn today. I knew our plumbing had been busted the day before, but I hadn’t expected a toilet on the lawn. I knew I’d probably be expected to use it just like it was. They had also set up a wooden two-by-four to hold a garden hose and a shower-head right next to it.
Lloyd’s dogs barking in the yard alerted the family that we were home. The first ones out the door were Daisy’s kids, who immediately began laughing and pointing at their bound mother.
“Go back inside and get Maw-Maw please,” Daisy tried to sound polite as she insisted they get back inside. I think she realized they were going to ignore her but was hoping Maw-Maw might actually hear us.
Gene, Sarah, and Damian immediately began scurrying around us with the manic energy of kids with way too much sugar and no direction of any kind – they poked and giggled, jumping around. They were pleased but in total disbelief that their mother was naked and collared like the rest of us. “Hahah, your mouth spells Whore if you count the O as your mouth!!” Gene laughed.
“Yes Dear, it does,” I could hear Daisy strain to be nice to her kids while urging them to leave her alone.
“I am sorry – what did you address your better as?” Ted was quick to spot her first mistake and point it out. I could tell from the delighted look on Gene’s face that he wasn’t the least bit concerned about his mother’s dignity in all of this.
“Yes Sir, it does,” Daisy corrected herself, but Ted gave her a flip of the fishing-pole whip across the ass anyway.
“What does it say on your butt, mommy?” Sarah came behind and tried to read it. I was surprised a girl her age couldn’t make it out, but Daisy had been sweating and working hard trotting and high stepping for the last 45 minutes.
“It says WH and RE, Ma’am,” Daisy stood mortified having to explain herself to her young daughter.
“What does that spell?” she asked with a curious look and stuck her finger in her nose.
I could tell Daisy wanted to smack her, or at least tell her to stop picking her nose, and was quietly seething as she plotted on how to get her rotten kids to get Maw-Maw so she could have her showdown with Ted. She had no intention of going through with the full weekend like this – she had always planned to appeal to Maw-Maw as soon as she got to the trailer and win the bet this way and I didn’t really blame her. That was a smart strategy.
Ted told her she could tell her daughter what it said on her ass or Ted would show her what it spelled on her ass and let her sound it out, “You can be a walking hooked on phonics set!”
“It spells whore, sweety! I mean Ma’am!” by the time Daisy had corrected herself Ted had already slapped her ass.
“WHRE spells whore?” Sarah stood there looking confused. She was just a little younger than me, but she hadn’t fully developed yet. The flat chested girl was nothing like her well-developed mother in any respect – down to her nappy red hair and flat stomach.
“You want to see where the O is dear?” her Uncle Ted offered politely. Sarah scrunched up her nose and shook her head no.
“I do, I do!” her youngest, Damian, urged.
“You don’t really, sir – I think you know where the O is,” Daisy sounded sweet, but Ted had already pulled his sister’s ass cheeks apart and revealed the red marker and the giant O outlining her sweaty, tight, asshole. Gene, Sarah, and Damian all peered at it and laughed hard. They had seen us naked and this was certainly not the first butt they had seen – but the sight of one never ceased to amuse them.
“I thought my brothers were bad,” Delilah whispered to me.
“Who is this?” Gene the oldest took a sudden interest in Delilah and began running his hands all over her body. She had her hands tied behind her back – so there was very little she could do. I didn’t expect her to smile at him invitingly.
“With just a little practice, sugar-bear,” Delilah cooed, “you might actually learn how to make that pleasurable for the girl when you run your fingers all up and down her belly like you are.” She let that sink in, and from the look on Gene’s face he was used to rejection but in no hurry to stop playing with the poor girl’s tits.
“What in Heaven’s name is going on out here?” Maw-Maw had opened the screen door and waddled her massive frame through it. She stood on the creaky wooden deck with a look of complete disgust on her face. She waggled her cheeks and all of her chins rolled with it while awaiting an explanation.
“Maw-maw,” Ted spoke first. He had been caught red-handed holding his sister’s ass cheeks wide open, so Damian and Sarah could have a laugh. He released the big butt he was holding and allowing it to clap back together tightly. “I think it best I explain this to you inside,” Ted spoke very politely and respectfully as he approached his mother.
“I think you better tell me why Daisy is naked and tied up in the street right now,” Maw-Maw’s jowels moved back and forth as she seethed, “I knew this was a bad idea – the Gaylord name is not an invitation to engage in all sorts of unsavory activities – there are consequences for your actions. I see even Odd-Jobs did not want to stick around to explain this debacle and weasel out of responsibility.”
“That is exactly it, Maw-Maw,” Ted explained “Daisy was helping down at the car-wash and when we did our search we found out she had been stealing from us.”
“You searched all of the girls at the car-wash?” Maw-Maw was wearing a very sliver-thin burgundy Moo-Moo dress that didn’t do much to hide her enormous bosom and waist.
“No Ma’am,” Ted explained, “we usually do search them when we get home, but Junior suspected she was stealing and he found the money.”
“So the judicature and tribunal of Junior and Ted Gaylord decided that since Daisy was under suspicion of theft – she was to be stripped of her clothing and marched through the park like a common whore?” Maw-Maw looked at me and the others with disdain. I thought she liked me, but she had just lumped me in with the other girls who deserved this treatment. We had to remain standing just as we had been marching while the two talked this over and even Daisy’s kids kept their hands to themselves.
“She agreed to it, Maw-Maw!” Ted answered respectfully.
“Daisy?” Maw-Maw had walked closer to the road to ask her daughter to explain herself with that single question.
“I don’t have any defense for my actions, Ma’am,” Daisy was surprisingly not talkative. I had expected backsliding, denial, anger, bargaining, and all the blustering that comes with Daisy Gaylord.
“The preservation of your innocence is difficult if you are not more forthcoming,” Maw-Maw stared at Daisy but Daisy would not meet her gaze.
“I wanted to donate this money so that you could order more Emmet Kelley Sad Clown Figurines and porcelain collector plates – so your business could take off.”
I knew from earlier that Maw-Maw was a huge fan of home shopping network and she absolutely loved porcelain figurines. She also had a huge collection of bric-a-brac and what-nots that she brought over to the trailer when she first moved in. She had mentioned selling them as her ‘retirement fund’ and I was positive that is what Daisy was referring too.
“You can’t possibly believe...,” Ted started to interrupt but Maw-Maw shushed him and told him to untie Daisy.
“Thank you Ma’am,” Daisy offered barely containing her satisfaction “I told Ted you wouldn’t agree with my punishment!”
My stomach turned – it dawned on me that with that one statement Daisy was my new owner and boss for this weekend. I started to wonder if I could back out or they would even let me out of this. I gripped the nylon cord that bound my wrists together and held them fast against my back in desperate frustration.
Ted snapped his fingers for Conner to untie her – but Maw-Maw insisted he remove the bindings himself. “Well, I don’t know which rope to pull first,” Ted started monkeying around with the well-placed knots my brother had tied – causing the rest of us to feel discomfort as they slid in place.
“I did not say that I don’t agree with your punishment,” Maw-Maw said that she had engaged in a straw man fallacy. “I said that I wanted you to be untied and I can see that your brother seems to be having some trouble with that simple request.”
“The harder I pull this way,” Ted grunted and showed his teeth as he pulled a knot, “the tighter it gets but it should loosen!”
“Conner?” Maw-Maw summoned my brother and asked him to help Ted untie Daisy with an unusual look of disappointment in her son.
“Can I untie them all, Ma’am?” Conner asked politely.
“Yes, I would think we can’t leave them like this in the road,” Maw-Maw seemed surprisingly unflappable no matter how absurdly perverse this situation seemed.
She let Ted save face by continuing to play with the knots, but my brother had them undone in a matter of moments. The cord dropped from between our legs and he came around and untied each of our breasts and wrists individually. It felt so good as the blood starting to rush back into the bound appendages.
“Do you have anything more to say in your defense?” Maw-Maw asked Daisy and she remained silent. I was surprised because normally Daisy wouldn’t keep her mouth closed.
“How long did you intend to keep your sister this way?” Maw-Maw asked Ted when it was obvious that Daisy was not answering.
“She just had to do two days like the other girls and then she would be done,” Ted answered. Ted had been an expert negotiator and showman at times over the last few days. He had been shrewd and demonstrated mastery of con games and even tricked us in more than a few. Unfortunately, he became a little lost sheep when dealing with his mama and it was obvious that he was nervous and tripping over his own tongue.
“So everyone would know a Gaylord is a thief and a whore? You realize how long it took her to live down the Daisy Dukes she used to wear when she was in high school?” Maw-Maw was indignant.
“Can we go inside, Ma’am?” Ryan raised his hand like a smart aleck.
“You certainly CAN go inside, however if you want to know if you MAY go inside then you will have to ask your superior, which I assume is you Ted?”
“Fuck off Ryan,” Ted insisted with an angry shrug. He realized that wasn’t much of an answer and turned to Conner, “Can you take them all behind the dog’s kennel so they can shit and piss and then get them searched?”
“Why do you have this toilet out here on the lawn if we can’t use THAT, Sir?” Savannah asked with a confused but annoyed tone in her voice.
“I don’t fucking know,” Ted seemed frustrated, “I assumed that was for guests and the rest of us – yes, let them use that toilet – two at a time. I don’t give a fuck,” Ted was getting annoyed.
I could see the look on Daisy’s face as she stood uncharacteristically quiet and stoically let Maw-Maw dress Ted town for his decision. She was hiding her smirk – she had planned this all along.
“Cool! Cool! We get to watch you drop a turd!” Daisy’s kids started joyfully singing and
shouting “Deuces Away!” while making farting noises. They were twisted little monsters who seemed to delight in the fact that they got to observe our torments.
“Great, you just went from letting us go behind the dog’s kennel to having to do it right at the edge of the street,” I teased Savannah as my way of commiserating the humiliation we had to endure.
Daisy stood next to Ted with her hands behind her back and contrite. I thought that was very odd considering she didn’t have to do it. I assumed she may be playing on Maw-Maw’s sympathies. I was not very enthusiastic about it but I could agree it was a good plan.
My brother made us line up two by two and wait to use the outdoor toilet. We hadn’t used the restroom in quite some time and he told us we would have three minutes. We would be inspected after and if we didn’t finish we would be punished. “You will push and hurry and not waste your betters’ time. You will then bend over and be washed by the garden hose.”
“Wow, you guys know how to make a girl feel right at home,” Delilah flashed a smile, revealing her baby teeth. I could tell she was commiserating as well, but at the same time she had no problem with the requirement from my brother.
“You do this every day?” Savannah scrunched her perfect button nose. Crystal and Ryan had gone first. My brother had made them sit down and each take up half the rim while holding their asses up so that he could watch. I wasn’t sure why he had paired the two of them together but it had kept Daisy’s kids busy and that was helpful.
“We usually pray first and not out on the front lawn,” Delilah didn’t sound like she was kidding. “We haven’t been getting the same discipline at my parent’s trailer. I think my Aunt wants us to have constant discipline but my parents would probably flip their shit if they found out,” she grinned. I had assumed her parents were comfortable with this arrangement, but that added a whole new level of mystery to the arrangement she had with her Aunt.
“Tell me something then,” Savannah stood with arms folded across her chest and squinted, “You let them discipline you like this because you think it’s in the Bible?”
“The Bible is very clear about the role of woman as submissive. If you do what is pleasant to you then that is not submission but what you want to do. The wages of penitence must be difficult, time consuming and unpleasant. Hang on, it’s our turn.”
She led Savannah by the hand over to the bowl and half-sat on it delicately, “Like this Sweety-Pie?”
“It’s Sir!” Conner corrected angrily as he held the garden hose over my Aunt and Ryan, letting the water cascade down their backs and between their ass cheeks.
“Ooh, I am so sorry, Sir,” Delilah raised her entire ass up so that it was facing Conner, “I thought we were off-duty now. I am just learning my way around y’all’s hospitality for guests - would you mind beating my ass so that I will learn a fantastic but much-needed lesson?”
Savannah guffawed at the country-sweet accent Delilah laid on my brother.
“I don’t have time to discipline you right now – you are wasting your three minutes,” my brother insisted she get to it.
I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder to sneakily listen to Maw-Maw and Ted’s exchange. I could see that Daisy, for the most part, had completely stopped talking and continued standing there silently.
“So you submit,” Savannah was trying to make sense of Delilah’s story. I had already heard it in detail but Savannah hadn’t talked much to her from earlier. She was trying to downplay the farts and sound of crinkling and crackling coming out of her golden ass while being laughed at, “You think that will earn you a place in Heaven?”
“I am probably going to hell for my thoughts and actions, guiding innocent men on the road to sin and perdition, sins of vanity, sloth, wrath, vulgarity and depravity,” Delilah giggled with an acceptance of her own deeds. “The body of a sinner is doomed to repentance. If the fire of mortification does not purify it in this world the fire of retribution will consume it forever in the other. The long and constant patience in pain is an effective penitence to erasing the sins,” she tooted right then with a giggle of her own and added, “However, I won’t tempt the creator by assuming my efforts, or those who discipline me for my own sake, would sufficiently earn me redemption.”
“Fuck!” Savannah sounded surprised as she let go a stream of yellow piss into the bowl, “Y’know we are just doing this to earn some cash right? This isn’t about heaven or hell. Conner is the boss, but it’s all an act. He gets to beat our asses – just until the weekend is over, and if that fat bitch over there gets her way – he’ll be here taking a crap next to us in a few minutes!”
I was surprised Savannah could laugh in the face of that possibility, but to her it probably didn’t change all that much. If Ted or Daisy were in charge – they were both still assholes to her and she still had to do what she was doing. I don’t think she realized Daisy would make it harder – or maybe she just wasn’t afraid of it getting more difficult.
“You better hope I continue to be the boss of you – because I’ve protected you from some situations where Daisy would have made you fuck a bunch of guys!” Conner insisted while making Ryan and Crystal turn around and face him to wash their front.
“So?” Savannah didn’t seem worried, “If I have to fuck guys – I’ll spread my legs and fuck them. I sucked cocks and let mom work clean-up because all I needed to do to make money today was suck cocks.” She smacked her mom on the leg playfully, “Isn’t that right?”
“You are a good little cock sucker, dear,” Crystal answered playfully while rubbing the water around her body, “You did mommy proud.” She kneeled and opened her mouth wide while asking my brother clearly, “Can you wash out my mouth, Sir?”
“Are you allowed to boff us, Sir?” Delilah asked Conner provocatively while finishing her turn on the toilet.
I could see Conner wasn’t expecting that question and with the three kids running around him laughing and poking everyone he struggled with an answer.
“Oh C’mon, Sir,” Delilah chided him for not having a ready answer, “it was obvious to everyone you have boffed that Angel girl; and from what I heard about the epic BJ Ellen gave you, I figure you must have a nice cock – why don’t you give me a little look-see?”
“Out here?” Conner was actually considering her sexy offer, but brushed off her hands as she reached for his crotch. He warned her brusquely “You have ten seconds then you need to stand and spread wide!”
“Yes suh,” Delilah sighed like she wasn’t having any fun. “I do declare,” in her more Southern Belle Scarlet O’hara voice, “you do play hard to get! Suh. That just makes me play harduh.”
Sarah and Damian chased each other around the toilet bowl – grabbing and poking at Savannah and Delilah while Gene amused himself by spitting at Crystal’s freshly washed ass. He hit it a few times and hocked up another to hurl a white gob of spit on to my Aunt’s naked, tight ass.
My Aunt may have had the face of a forty-year old woman but her well-tanned body showed very little fat and was curved in all the right places.
One man earlier that day had compared Crystal and her daughter’s bodies to automobiles. “Savannah is a race car built for speed. She is lithe and graceful and you know she is going to go fast but Crystal is a Mustang – she may need a little extra polish and gas but she is the kind of car you are going to LOVE to drive no matter how old you are.”
“That isn’t nice Gene!” Conner tried to sound authoritative and stern to the boy who was clearly older than him. He didn’t tell him to stop spitting but he clearly didn’t approve as he washed her down.
“I know!” Gene seemed delighted with himself and hocked another loogie at Crystal – barely missing his sister as she raced past him.
“You almost hit your sister!” Conner remarked of the last spit-gob flying right past Sarah’s face before it landed on Crystal’s bare thigh.
“There is always next time!” Gene chuckled.