AUNT CASSIE AND ME - ROAD TRIP

When I spoke with Cassie by phone a few weeks ago I said I would drive to Asheville to see her and promised to do whatever she wanted for her fifty-fourth birthday. I assumed she would name a favorite restaurant, but instead, she wanted me to take her on a cross-country road trip -- a trip I was eager to make. I knew from hearing her voice I would do anything in the world to be close to her again after all these years apart.

I approached the retirement village about two hours late and signed in with the obese gate-guard who was suspicious of anyone driving a sports car into this elderly community. He checked the guest list on the computer screen and carefully examined my Virginia driver's license before allowing me through. I drove to her house and parked my "looks like new" 2003 Porsche 911 in the front circular driveway. She told me she lived in a bungalow, but in reality, it was a large, split-level house. She obviously did okay with her half of my father's estate. I walked to the front door and saw it was slightly ajar with a stickum note attached to the glass saying, "Jake, I'm in the atrium in the rear of the house. Come on in." I pushed open the door and called, "Cassie, are you home?"

Not hearing an answer, I entered the foyer. A splashing sound could be heard from the rear of the house where I assumed the atrium would be. As I walked into the glass-enclosed room I saw a woman swimming laps in the indoor pool oblivious to my presence. I removed my jacket and sat near the pool watching her take lap after lap until she completed however many reps she planned -- only then did she see me watching.

"Jake, how long have you been stalking me?" she said as she climbed out of the pool and walked towards me. I had not seen Cassie in more than twenty-nine years (except at my father's funeral ten years ago from my hidden vantage point about two hundred yards away). For a woman her age, actually for a woman even half her age, her body was smoking. She told me during our phone conversation she swam laps every day and practiced yoga three times a week. She filled out her bikini nicely with her large tits, which I supposed had been surgically enhanced, and her well rounded ass. The many freckles which I remembered covering her face, boobs and belly had somewhat diminished with age. She was as beautiful now as she was when she won second runner-up in the Miss Texas Pageant as an eighteen-year old. Only her diminutive stature kept her from winning the crown.

"Cassie, you shouldn't be parading around in a glass house wearing no more than a skimpy flesh-colored bikini... Every geezer in the neighborhood probably has a telescope trained on you right now."

"Most of the men around here can't get it up anymore so what's the harm in giving them a little thrill. Come here and give your old aunt some sugar." We hugged, getting my tee-shirt wet and she kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Cassie, you're only two years older than me and you most certainly don't look old. On the other hand, all fifty-two of my years show..."

"Jake, neither of us look our age... Hug your aunt some more. You have no idea how much I've missed you all these years. We have a lot of catching up to do."

She grabbed me tightly and pulled our bodies close together. I could not believe it! I was experiencing a major boner -- I had been using Viagra for more than four years to get a full stiffie when I fucked, but just a tight clinch from Cassie did the trick. My dick was harder now than the times I used the blue pill. If she felt my dick against her belly she didn't let on, rather she continued to hold me tightly in her grasp.

We separated. She put on a sheer white hoodie. I turned away and looked out the glass panel at her back yard hoping she wouldn't notice the protrusion in the loose-fitting pants I was wearing. She asked if wanted water with lemon which I accepted. Then in deference to my sobriety, asked, "Is it alright with you if I drink a glass of wine?"

"Sure Cassie, I don't mind at all."

I lay in bed in her guest bedroom later that night and could not get the mental picture of Cassie in her bikini out of my head. I rubbed my dick and it gradually became fully erect. It was harder and straighter than it had been in years. I wanked-off to my mental image of Cassie's image both as she appeared today and as I remembered her so many years ago.

Two days later we were traveling I-81 southwest towards Atlanta. My dick stirred a little when Cassie first got into the car wearing tight-fitting yoga pants and a tank-top which brought attention to her beautiful tits, but this boner was nothing like those many, many years ago when I was a horny kid and my dick stayed almost permanently rigid when I was around Cassie. As I drove, we discussed the scenery, the traffic, where to find the next rest-stop; but not a word about our almost three-decade long estrangement.

At Atlanta we headed west on I-20. We arrived at the B&B in Tuscaloosa, Alabama in mid-afternoon. Our one-bedroom, two-bed cabin overlooked the Black Warrior River. After checking into our cabin; Cassie took a few minutes to brush her beautiful red tresses. She put on her swim suit, dived into the small pool and commenced her laps. I changed into shorts and a tank-top and sat in a nearby lounge-chair sipping a ginger ale our hosts offered. A few more guests checked in and several of us guys sat together talking sports. Cassie finished her swim and donned her light blue, crochet cover-up and accepted a glass of wine from our hosts. The men sitting near me couldn't take their eyes off Cassie and all assumed she and I were a couple.

A short time later I told Cassie I wanted to go to a meeting I located on-line near the university campus and asked her to attend with me.

# # #

"Hi, I'm Jake; I'm an alcoholic."

The eighteen strangers sitting in the circle murmured, "Hi Jake". Cassie sat quietly in the circle.

"I'm fifty-two years old. I started drinking beer heavily at sixteen and discovered weed in college. I functioned as an attorney for many years, but eventually let my addictions take over my life -- three failed marriages, numerous failed relationships and loss of my position as a partner in a prestigious law firm. I've been sober now for eleven years, two months and five days.

"I am passing through Tuscaloosa on a cross-county motor trip with my aunt Cassandra to visit her twin daughters on the west coast.

"Part of my reason for this trip is to make amends to my aunt for what I did many years ago leading to the twenty-nine-year estrangement. I was twenty-three years old and was home for the summer following my second year of law school. Aunt Cassie, then twenty-five years old and divorced with two children, was living at home with her parents... my grandparents, who raised us together since my mother died when I was two years old. Being close in age, and being raised together, Cassie and I were more like brother and sister than aunt and nephew. My dad was in the diplomatic corps so I only saw him a few times over my life and those few times when he was home, he paid almost no attention to me."

I hesitated for a moment and entertained some misgivings about using this venue to apologize to Cassie. I scanned the crowd -- the eighteen strangers looked solemn while Cassie sat stoically as I continued my narrative.

"Cassie divorced Joe three years earlier and was the mother of lovely four-year old twin daughters now grown and living on the west coast who we will be visiting on this trip. I loved Cassie and loved those twin girls with all my heart. Two weeks before I was to return to law school for my final year Cassie tearfully told me of a life-changing decision she planned to announce the following day.

"When she told me her plans, I shouted 'NO... NO -- you slut, you bitch... you can't do that'. She was sitting on my bed and I wanted to reach out and hit her, but I didn't. I stormed out of the house, and rode away on my motorcycle. I stayed at my apartment near the university and did not speak to Cassie for over twenty-nine years until a few weeks ago when her daughter, Liza, whom I met on social media about two years ago, convinced me to call her."

I gazed around the room again. The eighteen alcoholics sat in silence. Cassie was wiping tears from her eyes. There was no turning back, this task must be completed.

"Cassie, please forgive me for the pain I have put you through that day so long ago and for all of the years since. I was immature at the time and already in the early stages of my dependency upon alcohol and weed. I should have supported you when you needed me; instead I abandoned you, my dad, my grandparents and all I held dear out of jealousy."

I looked over to her. She was crying now and could not speak. She nodded and made an almost imperceptible wave of her hand. I assumed she forgave me.

I told everybody, "Thank you" and received polite applause from the assembled group. A couple of other members shared stories while I consoled Cassie.

After the meeting adjourned, we drove back to the B&B in silence. Cassie went into the small bathroom to make ready for bed. She did not look my way when she came out and said nothing -- not even a "good-night"; rather she went straight to her bed, pulled her covers up and turned her back to me. I showered and got into my twin bed sleeping only in my boxer shorts. As I lay there, my mind wandered to Cassie and my dick stirred. I stroked it gently and again it got as hard as it would get twenty years earlier. I wanked-off thinking of Cassie only a few feet away. The orgasm was the best I could remember, but, alas, it was dry. I can no longer produce cum -- that is one of the negative side effects of the medication the doctors prescribed for my enlarged prostate.

# # #

Cassie carried on an animated conversation with our hosts at breakfast, but hardly acknowledged my presence. As we drove I-20 towards our next stop in Vicksburg, she opened a little, but the conversation was mostly mundane -- the scenery, weather, good places to eat along the route.

About halfway to Vicksburg she asked, "Jake, how long have you had this beautiful car?"

"I bought it about ten-years ago..." I didn't mention I used a small portion of my half of dad's estate to give myself this car as a present to celebrate a year's sobriety. There was no conversation about my apology the night before at the Tuscaloosa AA meeting.

We arrived at the B&B in the mid-afternoon. It was a large room on the third floor of an ante-bellum mansion on a bluff overlooking the Mississippi River. We sat on the balcony watching the river traffic until sunset. Cassie drank two glasses of wine as I nursed a club soda and lime.

After dark we drove to the Ameristar Riverboat Casino. Cassie dressed like she was going to Monte Carlo -- a slinky, low-cut, full-length purple dress with a slit up to her ass with purple high-heel shoes. This outfit showcased her tits and ass. She attracted attention throughout the casino. I kept her in sight while I played, winning a couple of hundred dollars at the craps tables while she blew almost a thousand dollars playing the nearby high-stakes slot machines. She drank at least three more glasses of wine. She was tipsy when we left the casino after midnight -- I supported her as we walked to the car and guided her from the car to the front door of the B&B. She was unsteady on her feet so I carried her up two flights of stairs to our third-floor room. She is small, only a little over five feet one inch tall and probably weighs not much more than a hundred and ten pounds. To help maintain my sobriety, I work out seven days a week thus lifted and carried her up the stairs with ease. I laid her on her bed. She looked at me, smiled and said, "Jake, do you like my titties?"

I thought to myself, "Hell yea I like your titties... I want to caress them, squeeze them, suck them, put my dick between them." but I said only, "Cassie, you have a nice figure."

"Your dad gave me these titties..."

"I should have guessed that."

She walked unsteadily to the mini-bar and poured herself one of the small bottles of red wine available. She sat next to me on the sofa and said, "Jake, do you want to see my nice titties?"

"Would I ever!" I thought, but instead said, "Cassie, why don't we go to bed. We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow..."

She paid no attention to what I just said. She pulled down her dress exposing her boobs. She stepped out of the dress, wearing a black and purple garter belt holding up flesh-colored stockings; and sheer, black bikini panties along with her purple high-heel shoes. She asked, "Do you like? Last time you sneaked a peak at my ta-tas, they were 32As, now they're 34DDs... Touch them."

I hesitated and thought to myself, "It's not as if I hadn't previously wandered into incest territory, but I better play it cool if I'm going to get into Aunt Cassie's pussy tonight" so I said to her, "Cassie, you're my aunt - actually more like a sister and you were my step-mother. We can't..."

She took two gulps finishing her wine and then, with no hesitation despite being attired only in lingerie and high-heel shoes, walked to the mini-bar for another. She made her way back to the sofa and sat beside me.

"You know you've always wanted to..." and she pushed me down and lay atop me with my head between her tits. I felt my dick reacting -- getting extremely hard without the benefit of the blue pill. Her breasts were beautiful -- her nipple and areola were red, and her breasts covered with beautiful freckles. Her body was better toned than most of the hard-bodied, thirty-somethings I fucked over the years.

I rolled her over and kissed her with the passion I have built up for her over the past twenty-nine years. Our tongues met and pushed against the other's. She rolled over and stood up, briefly striking a pose for which Alberto Vargas would be proud, and then loosen my belt while I tore several buttons off my shirt removing it. We stood facing each other. She commented, "Your cock is as nice as I remember..."

"Cassie, you have never seen me with a hard-on."

"Sure I have," she slurred, "You used to beat off in the bathroom with the door half-open; I guess you were showing off -- I've seen your boner several times..."

She reached down and grasped my dick. I moved closer to her and pulled her panties down kissing one of her nipples as I did so. I gently guided her to my bed. Her pussy was partially shaved, only an isolated patch of red hair on her pubic area -- my dick got even harder as I gazed at her body clad in the garter belt, stockings and high-heels. I lay beside her, kissing her again and rubbing her pussy. She gently stroked my cock. I fingered her pussy and rubbed a little of her juice onto my throbbing cock. I put two fingers into her fuck hole and brought my hand to my mouth savoring the taste of her pussy. She stroked my cock harder. I moved my face down and kissed her abdomen; then lower, brushing her red pubic hair with my chin and lips. I playfully tugged her pussy hairs. She moaned as I put my face onto her pussy. I stimulated the labia and clitoral hood with my tongue. I could feel her clitoris getting aroused. I worked that area and was able to insert my tongue deeply into her vagina. Her body writhed as I continued -- she reached orgasm quickly.

I brought my head up and kissed her -- as before, our tongues explored each other's. I had no precum on my dick, another unfortunate result of my medication, but I rubbed some of Cassie's pussy juices onto my rod before entering her. She squirmed with pleasure. I pounded her and our bodies slapped each other loudly. She was breathing hard and moaning loudly. I brought her to another orgasm before mine. This was the best orgasm I could ever remember. As my dick started to soften, Cassie did something with her pussy -- undulating it on my dick. I could feel it tightening then relaxing, feeling like small fingers working my dick -- it was a sensuous experience. She continued until I obtained a full erection. Again, we fucked with much intensity. I was afraid the noise would disturb the other guests, but nobody complained -- I felt her climax twice before I got off again -- as usual it was a dry orgasm.

Exhausted I said, "Cassie, I love you..."

"And I, you, Jake... ever since we were kids. Why did we take so long to get together."

# # #

We were about an hour west of Vicksburg when the ding of Cassie's I-phone awoke her from her hangover nap. She read the message and said, "Jen can't meet us at the B&B tonight -- she has a late meeting with a client in Austin and it would be too late to get away. She says she'll join us tomorrow afternoon."

"That should be okay, you got this place for three days, didn't you? We can have the place all to ourselves tonight."

"Yes, and we'll still have plenty of time to visit with her."

Jennifer is my cousin and Cassie's niece, being the youngest daughter of the brother of my mother and Cassie. She is a year older than me, thus a year younger than Cassie. I had not seen Jennifer in about twenty-five years -- our last encounter had not been pleasant. After an all-day binge of alcohol and pot, we fucked without protection. A few weeks later she called to tell me she was pregnant. I did not offer her any help and even suggested she should look elsewhere for the father. It turned out to be a false alarm, but we have not seen each other since. I felt it would be awkward seeing Jennifer, but Cassie insisted -- she had not seen her niece in a few years.

We rode along I-20 in silence listening to 1940s music on my SiriusXM radio when Cassie spoke, "Jake, we fucked each other silly last night, and I woke up this morning with your finger poking my asshole..."

"That wasn't my finger..." and we both laughed.

"Jake, I want to get serious right now -- we have at least five more hours to Weatherford, and we need to talk."

"Cassie, we've been talking..."

"No, I mean really talking... You said at the AA meeting the other night you wanted to make amends for what happened between us. You apologized, but I sense you still hold a lot of resentment towards me... which, incidentally, is a fact which didn't seem to dissuade you from fucking me..."

"Okay, I guess I am still have not come to terms with what happened... How could you marry him? He was my father -- your older sister's widower. You didn't love him -- I saw how you reacted to him over the years before you married him. You seemed to exude pure hatred towards him. He shows up, unannounced, from overseas after a two years' absence and then only two days later you announce you are marrying him. I have never been able to get my head around what happened... You let Joe and his mother have the twins and then you married Sam. I assumed you were after his money."

"Jake, your dad had no money at that time. The State Department terminated him many years previously; he was eking out a living working as an 'consultant' for various third world governments -- he was up to his eyeballs in debt and some pretty unsavory characters were looking to collect. No, to the contrary, he saw me and my red hair as his ticket to wealth... He forced me into that marriage."

"I don't understand -- how did he force you into marriage and how did he see you as his ticket to wealth?"

"Okay, I'm going to tell you some things you're not going to like to hear... I'll have to start from the beginning... Jake, your dad was a pedophile and a white slaver..."

"Cassie, that's hard to believe..."

"Jake, look at me."

I took my eyes off the road and briefly looked at her. She looked me in my eyes before I returned my attention to the road. After a slight pause she said, "I was one of his victims. When I was only nine, he came into our room -- he had drugged you earlier that evening so you wouldn't be awakened by what he planned to do to me -- he sodomized me, raped me, made me do disgusting things with him... His dick was hardly bigger than a pencil-stub, so his penis didn't do damage to my formative female parts.""Why didn't you tell somebody?"

"He threatened to hurt me and to cut off your wee-wee... The sexual abuse continued for about three years until I reached puberty and he lost interest in me. I'm sure he found some other prepubescent girl to abuse."

"Cassie, I'm sorry to hear that -- I was never close to my dad, but I had no idea he was capable of something like that. But years after Sam lost interest in you, you married Joe, had twins then divorced. So how did Sam force you into marriage?"

"He threatened he would do the same to Liza and Lisa as he had done to me... I knew he would do exactly that if I crossed him, so I didn't feel I had any choice."

We rode in silence for several minutes as I thought about what Cassie had told me. I saw we were approaching a rest stop and with my prostate problems I never drive by one without stopping. Cassie stayed in the car drinking coffee from her Yeti coffee tumbler. I finished peeing and stood in front of the grimy mirror and splashed water onto my face -- I just could not process what Cassie related to me. How was I to know, however, that so much more was yet to come.

We drove for a couple of hours without speaking -- we continued listening to the 1940s, before I broke the silence. "Cassie, you've given me much to mull over, but one thing I still don't understand -- if Sam's predilection was for young girls, why did he want to marry you when you were twenty-eight years old? And why did he think you were his ticket to wealth?"

"Jake, we're approaching Dallas and Fort Worth so we're only about two hours away from tonight's B&B. Rather than try to carry on a serious conversation in this traffic, let's hold off until we get settled in tonight."

We arrived at the B&B near Weatherford, Texas on the Brazos River. It was a modern cabin -- redwood and glass with a teakwood dock. The host who lived only a few houses away met us and showed how to work the modern appliances and the hot tub. Cassie missed her swim the day before so she put on her bikini and went into the river, swimming upstream until I lost sight of her.

My mind wouldn't let go of what Cassie told me earlier, so I called my sponsor in Washington, DC to discuss things. I told him I felt I needed a stiff drink, but he talked me off that notion and suggested I find a meeting somewhere.

Checking on-line I located an early evening meeting in nearby Granbury. I shared my feelings with the group but didn't get into details of what Cassie told me. I bought a few groceries before I returned to the B&B. There I found Cassie sitting on the dock listening to 1980s music on her iPhone finishing a liter bottle of red wine. She invited me to sit by her and watch the moon-rise. After a few minutes we decided to unwind from a stressful day in the hot tub.

Neither of us had any modesty of shedding our clothes in front of the other and climbed into the warm water. I moved close to her and we soon were kissing passionately. She slowly stroked my dick as I rubbed her pussy. She told me to sit on the edge of the spa.

"I'm going to suck your dick dry", she said, "this will be the best blow job you have ever experienced."

She moved her lips onto the tip of my cock and would lightly touch my pee-hole with her tongue. She rolled her tongue around the head and moved away slightly with a kissing motion. She came back and almost swallowed my dick whole, moving her tongue as she slid her lips back and forth on my cock.

"Jake, come in my mouth, I want to feel your cum in my throat... I want to taste your cum."

I climaxed -- I might have had a better blow job in my past, but I couldn't remember when. She felt my orgasm, but she was incredulous that I didn't ejaculate anything. I had to confess that I was on medication preventing ejaculation, but the upside was I could recover immediately. I moved back into the water and turned her around and entered her doggy style. She reached orgasm and I had mine close behind her. My dick softened and I pulled out. She continued to sit on my lap and I held her tits.

"My God Aunt Cassie! Are you letting this shit-head fuck you in the ass?"

"Hi Jen, we weren't expecting you until tomorrow."

"So it seems... My meeting got canceled at the last minute so I decided to drive over and surprise you. You two sure look surprised."

"Well it's good to see you... his dick is not in my butt-hole; it's between the cheeks of my ass -- not that he didn't try to butt-fuck me this morning."

Jenifer was more beautiful than I remembered from twenty-five years ago -- she was dressed in business attire -- a Navy blazer with a ruffled white blouse, a gray, below knee skirt with stylish boots. Her shoulder-length black hair was parted in the middle of her head and framed her face nicely. She had the most beautiful blue eyes of any woman I had ever seen. A thought occurred to me -- I should apologize to Jenifer for what I had done twenty-five years earlier. No need to take her to an AA meeting for the apology -- just say the words with Cassie as my witness.

"Jen, I need to say something to you... Do you want me to put on some clothes before we talk?"

"No, I'm coming in with you and Aunt Cassie." She disappeared into the second bedroom for a moment, obviously to hang the expensive outfit she was wearing in the closet; then she reappeared completely nude. She was striking -- her pendulous breasts were perfectly rounded; her nipples protruded a half-inch or so and her large areola was a brown color. Her pussy was unshaven although the pubic hair was trimmed short. She stepped into the spa and wadded to Cassie hugging her tightly.

"Aunt Cassie, it's so good to see you -- it's been too long..."

"It sure has Jen, since I moved to North Carolina I haven't seen as much of the people I hold so dear in my life."

Jenifer wadded to me and said, "Okay dick-head, aren't you happy to see your cousin. Now give me a kiss and hug, but don't touch anything..."

I tried to kiss her on the cheek, but she gave me a wet lip kiss and grasp my semi-hard pecker. Cassie immediately intervened, "Jen, leave his dick alone -- I'm the only one who's going to be using it."

"Come-on Aunt Cassie, I just want to give fuck-face a 'no hard feelings blowjob'."

"Jenifer, let go my tool -- I want to say something to you." She complied, and I continued, "I'm sorry for the way I acted when you thought you were pregnant... I was already an alcoholic and the pressures of work were getting to me..."

"Jake, I forgave you long ago -- I knew your situation. Now hug me and let bygones be bygones."

We hugged tightly and my dick went erect. Cassie pulled us apart, "Hey, you two -- break it up... Jen, is Randy coming over?"

"Yea, he should be here in a few minutes driving over from Dallas -- I spoke with him just as I was driving up."

I asked, "Who's Randy?"

Cassie answered, "That's Jenifer's eighteen-year-old son. He just finished high school a few months ago in Austin and is enrolled at SMU in Dallas for the summer term. Jen hasn't seen him in a couple of months."

The doorbell rang and Jenifer, still nude, went to answer the door. She returned in a short time leading a tall, skinny kid by his arm to the atrium. She introduced him to me as he was removing his clothes. When he pulled down his gym shorts, I blew a silent whistle and whispered to Cassie, "Get a load of the tool on that kid -- that's the largest cock I've ever seen. He could put a lot of horses to shame with that dong." Cassie playfully slapped me on the shoulder, and shushed me.

He talked with his naked mother for a few moments and I noticed his dick was beginning to become semi-erect.

Cassie took Jenifer by the arm and said, "Let's go fix some sandwiches with the stuff Jake picked up after his meeting," leading her to kitchen and thus leaving Randy and I alone in the hot tub. I struck up a conversation, "Randy, you seem comfortable with you and your mother's nudity. Do y'all practice nudism?"

"Yes we do -- we've been nudist ever since I can remember..."

"Like, y'all go to nudist parks and nude beaches with each other?"

"Yea, and we practice nudism at home..."

"Seeing a woman as good looking as your mother is bound to get a young man like you horny. Have you ever wanted to slip the meat to her?"

"No, nudism is a spiritual adventure -- not for sexual gratification."

"Come on Randy, be honest with your Uncle Jake -- I saw your dick twitching while you were standing close to your mother."

"Well... to be truthful, during the past year I have been having sexual feelings towards my mother whenever we are nude together... but I could never act on such feelings -- that would be incest."

"What are you planning to do? You've got horns out for your mother so you will be content to sit with her in the hot tub and talk, then go rub one out when it's bedtime?"

"Yea... that's probably what will happen..."

"Randy listen again to your old Uncle Jake. Your mother would not be opposed to some incest -- I had an incestuous relationship with her long before you were born. She's been getting horny watching Cassie and I fool around, so she will probably be open to getting it on with you tonight... Let me ask you. Are you a virgin and do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, I'm still a virgin -- I can get so far with girls my age who are willing, but when they see my cock, they want nothing to do with me... and I don't have a girlfriend right now -- there is one that I'd like to date, but I haven't approached her yet."

"Girls near your age are obviously scared of your schlong. You need an older, experienced woman to fuck. Your mother would be just the thing you need to lose your cherry. Let me give you some advice. When your mom and Cassie get back and we finish the meal, you sit next to your mother in the spa. Cassie and I will sit across from you and get into sex with each other. Watching us will arouse your mom but play it cool and just carry on a conversation with her. Confess to her you're a virgin and girls are afraid of your cock. You tell her about the girl you want to get together with. Ask your mom to hold you... to hug you. Kiss her lightly on the lips. Then get more serious with your kiss -- tongue her and I'll bet she tongues you in response. Take her hand and place it on your dick. You'll be fucking her in ten minutes."

After we finished our sandwiches I sat on the side of the spa and suggested to Cassie she might want to suck my dick -- she stepped into the hot tub and gave me one of her fabulous blow jobs while I kept an eye on Randy and Jenifer. He followed my suggestions and after a few minutes of conversation I could see Jenifer holding her son's cock in both hands while they kissed passionately. The two of them exited the tub and he lay upon a white cast iron chaise lounge near the spa. Jenifer took Randy's cock into her mouth. As much as I was enjoying Cassie sucking my dick, I touched the side of her head and pointed out what was going on across from us. She sat on the edge of the spa next to me, holding my dick but enthralled with the action unfolding.

Jenifer could get only a small part of her son's dick into her mouth, and was stroking the rest of the shaft with both hands. After only a short time we could see Randy was ready to come -- his mother took his cock out of her mouth continuing to stroke with both hands. He came -- generous amounts of his cum blasted his mother's face and tits. She bent down again to clean off his dick with her tongue. I was about to give them a round of applause when Cassie whispered for me to be quiet.

Jenifer looked at Cassie and asked, "Do you have any K-Y jelly -- I've watched that cock grow to its present size; now I want to take him in my coosie, but I want that tool well-greased before I do."

"I don't have K-Y, but I have some coconut oil which works just as well." Cassie handed her the small jar she had in her purse. Jenifer rubbed a thick coating on Randy's cock, particularly on the head, and dabbed some into her fuck-hole. She lay down and Randy eased his hard dick into her pussy. She moaned loudly -- Randy kept easing into her. She moaned again.

Randy had about half his dick in her cunt when she loudly exclaimed, "I'm coming -- I can't believe it, I'm already coming -- keep it moving son... ooh! ooh!"

"Am I hurting you mom?"

"No... no -- don't stop!"

From my vantage point it looked like he had that monster of a pecker all the way in his mother's pussy. He continued vigorously pumping away and his mom kept moaning -- louder and louder. Finally, she let out a scream as she enjoyed a second orgasm. We could see he climaxed shortly after his mother. He lay still on top of her for a time resting his weight on his elbows. He pulled out of her -- his dick flaccid but still huge. I couldn't see her pussy, but it must have suffered major abuse taking that cock.

Randy looked at me while his mother was looking away and gave me a "thumbs-up" sign. I winked at him and returned the "thumbs-up".

Cassie turned towards me and whispered, "Did you put that boy up to fucking his own mother?"

I answered, "No." Cassie slapped me on the shoulder, so I said hesitantly, "maybe..."

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Two days later Cassie arose at first light to get in another swim in the Brazos River while I drank two cups of coffee on the dock. Jenifer and Randy left early the day before. We had not seen much of either of them -- they spent most of the time together in the second bedroom. Randy did announce he was going to transfer to the University of Texas and live at home with his mother in Austin.

After Cassie's swim and a quick breakfast prepared by our host, we were on the road by 8:00 am. Cassie rested her head on a small pillow next to her window and fell asleep as soon as we were heading west on I-20. I set the speed control to 85 miles per hour in light traffic. I watched the scenery go by as Cassie slept. She was wearing a thin tank-top and spandex shorts. The air conditioner blowing on her caused her nipples to harden. I glanced at her boobs from time to time. After about an hour she awoke and took a swig of her coffee from the Yeti tumbler.

I asked, "Have you entered your friend's address in your phone's GPS system?"

"I don't need to -- I know Santa Fe well; Gloria has a condo just off the Plaza."

"Go ahead and enter it -- your GPS will warn us of traffic conditions along the route."

While she was doing this, I said, "You told me before we got to Weatherford that you would give me the full story on why my dad married you and how he saw you as a means to wealth."

She reached into her purse and retrieved an airline bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream and emptied it into her coffee tumbler. She replaced the cap and gently shook the tumbler to mix the liqueur into the coffee. She took two sips and looked like she was about to say something. She hesitated and took two more sips before she started her narrative.

She talked non-stop for the next two-and-a-half hours. I didn't say a word -- I didn't interrupt her or ask any questions. As the tale unfolded, I could only listen in awe -- I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She ended her account with my dad's funeral about ten years ago.

We rode in silence for about twenty minutes until I saw a blue highway sign announcing our approach to a rest stop. I said dispassionately that I had to pee. There is little shade in west Texas, but I saw a tree a considerable distance from the restrooms and I pulled into the parking place there. Cassie said she didn't need to pee yet. As I was exiting the car she reached over and grabbed my arm. Tears were forming in her eyes and she entreated, "Jake, does what I told you make a difference with us?"

I didn't know what to think. I ignored her question, pulled my arm away from her grasp and walked a couple of hundred yards to the toilets. I took my time -- how could I process all that Cassie had told me. I wished I still smoked; a trucker entered the restroom and I bummed a cigarette and light from him. I took my time smoking it down to the butt and crushed it out on the ground outside the restrooms.

When I returned to the car, Cassie was not there. I spotted her sitting on a boulder near a small creek smoking -- I did not know she smoked; perhaps she had done the same as me. I walked to where she was seated -- she paid me no attention. I sat next to her, put my arms around her and said, "Cassie I told you in Vicksburg I loved you -- I meant it that night and I feel the same right now. I love you and want to marry you if that's legal. If not, we can say vows to each other and live together the rest of our lives..."

She threw her cigarette into the small stream, turned and embraced me, and kissed me -- first on the lips, then the forehead, the cheek, the chin and back to the lips. I returned her kisses with enthusiasm. She pulled back -- I saw tears in her eyes as she said, "Jake, I love you... I love you... I love you..."

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As we continued on I-20 Cassie reached across the center console of the Porsche and rubbed my thigh, but soon fell asleep as the sun warmed her. I thought about all she had told me -- she talked almost non-stop for two and a half hours, but I recalled almost verbatim all she said:

"Your dad arrived unannounced -- if I had known he was coming I would have taken my children and left. Almost the first thing he did was to haul me aside and tell me we were getting married. I laughed at him and told him 'no way in Hell would I have anything to do with him'. He chortled at me and in a threatening manner told me he would put Liza and Lisa through what I had endured and would make you suffer.

"I revealed to you I was going to marry Sam... you ran out on me without hearing my story. The next day Sam got a judge to waive the three-day waiting period and we were married by a justice of the peace. I sent my girls to live with their father and his mother. Sam never fucked me after we were wed -- I was way too old for his tastes.

"The next day we flew to LAX and checked into the Beverly Wilshire Hotel -- the following day we visited a plastic surgeon who examined my breasts and make various markings on them. I had the boob job surgery a few days later. I recouped in the hotel room and after the surgeon cleared me, we flew first class to Paris and checked into a suite at the George V Hotel. I later surmised Sam obtained a considerable cash advance from his Middle Eastern client.

"The next day Sheikh Abdul-Malik bin Abdullah along with his attractive, but dour sister, Fatima, and their entourage came to our room. Sheikh Abdul-Malik spoke impeccable English and was very polite. After he and Sam exchanged some greetings, Sam told me to strip naked. I refused and Sam hit me on the legs with his belt. The sheikh intervened and said he should not strike such a lovely lady. He then turned to me and politely said, 'I need to see what I'm buying, so please comply.' This was the first time I realized what I may be in for. Actually, it was a rental rather than an outright sale. I obeyed the sheikh -- he looked me over and felt my boobs. He commented on how the plastic surgeon had done a marvelous job and said Sam had procured a beautiful twenty-something year old red-head with big tits exactly as promised.

"Sam and the sheikh left, leaving me with Fatima and several servants. She told me to get undressed and to lay on the bed. I reluctantly complied. Amar, one of the male servants, undressed and lay next to me; fondling my tits, rubbing my pussy and fingering me. After several minutes of this foreplay he said something to Fatima. She came to the bed with a small jar of lubricant, greasing my pussy and rubbing some on Amar's cock. He tried to fuck me, but I resisted. Fatima very harshly told me to spread my legs. I did so and Amar slipped his cock into my pussy and pounded me hard."Amar fucked me for at least fifteen minutes -- I felt no sensation from this encounter. I had never in my life experienced an orgasm. I was a virgin when I married Joe, except, of course, for the multiple rapes by your father. During my marriage Joe never brought me to a climax -- he got his pleasure and didn't care what I felt. I just assumed that was what martial sex was about.

"Amar looked to Fatima and shook his head. She said something in a language I did not understand and he pulled out, but stayed over me masturbating until he came over my face and body. At that time, I found that to be disgusting. Fatima ordered one of the young female servants to help me clean up and told me to remain undressed.

"She motioned to another of the young men in the room, a very handsome fellow named Karim. He undressed and I saw his penis was much larger than that of Amar. As before, my pussy and Karim's dick were lubricated. He entered me -- his large member caused some pain. He fucked me savagely for a long period of time, and still I got no sensation from the coitus and like Amar, he pulled out and, like Amir, sprayed his cum over my body.

"I was left almost alone for several days after the two rapes -- Fatima never let me out of her sight. After about a week your dad came into the suite. He tells me I'm not being cooperative with the sheikh and that there will be dire consequences if I don't participate with enthusiasm in this matter. Abruptly he became cordial and said he realized I probably missed my children and brought me a picture of them. He handed me a large manila envelope and left the room. I opened the envelope and pulled out an 8 x 10 glossy -- it was a picture of my two girls smiling, sitting on Sam's lap. I tore the picture into tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet. Fatima laughed.

"A week passed -- I was under constant guard by Fatima and her staff. On a Monday morning a handsome blond-haired man of about my age came into the room. He introduced himself as Oskar Obermeyer. I asked 'Are you here to rape me?' He answered 'No, Mrs. Taylor, Cassandra if I may, I'm here to be your companion.' He took my left hand with his right hand, clicked his heels together, bowed and kissed my extended hand. He picked two champagne flutes from the cabinet over the wet bar and poured each of us some Dom Perignon. Fatima looked angrily at us for partaking alcohol, but the sheikh kept the bar well stocked and we made good use of it. He proposed a toast -- 'Cassandra, may you find the happiness which you seek.' I drank to his toast. He then assured me the sheikh will see no harm comes to my daughters so long as I am under his protection.

"I asked, 'Oskar, what is to become of me? What is going to happen to me?' He replied, "Cassandra, when the sheikh's son, Mansoor, turns eighteen in about six months, you will become his concubine... He has a preference for red-head women somewhat older than himself. I will help you prepare for this role. He told me I should expect to be with Mansoor for three years, but it was likely he would tire of me before that period expired and would return me to Sam.

"I had suspected it would be something like this and it was a relief to have some knowledge of what was in store for me.

"Oskar did not rush things with me. To the contrary, he courted me. He took me to dinner several times and went shopping with me while I purchased a new, and very expensive wardrobe. We talked and laughed with each other -- it was the first I had laughed since marrying your dad. Of course, the ubiquitous Fatima was always lurking in the background and she had final say over my clothing and lingerie purchases.

"After several 'dates' I felt comfortable with Oskar. I asked him in the seclusion of an intimate restaurant if he knew how much money Sam received from the sheikh for me. He replied he didn't know the exact amount, but it was probably a couple of hundred thousand dollars. He went on to say Sam would make much more money from the deals the sheikh was letting him buy into -- several oil export deals, oil tanker deals and grain import deals.

"When we were back in the suite I asked if we could have some real privacy. He spoke with Fatima -- they argued loudly. Fatima made a phone call, then took herself, Amar, Karim, and the rest of her servants from the room.

"We sat next to each other on the bed. I put my hand on his nape and pulled him to me. We kissed with a passion I had never before experienced. Our tongues played with each other -- I could feel my passion stirring. We 'made out' for fifteen minutes or more. I explained to Oskar I had never experienced an orgasm. He assuaged my anxiety and continued to kiss me. I allowed him to remove my expensive suit and stood before him in my red bra, red and black garter belt and no panties. He adroitly unhooked my bra and massaged my large tits. He rubbed my pussy and whispered that it was moist. I removed his clothes and admired his cock -- it was an average size, but looked delicious to me. I grasped it and stooped to get it into my mouth. This was something I never did with Joe, although it was something your dad forced me to do often. Oskar softly told me how to manipulate my tongue and to slide his cock back and forth. He instructed me to use my hand to stoke the base of his cock -- I followed his directions and soon he told me he was about to come. He said to leave his dick in my mouth and to swallow the ejaculation. I obeyed his instructions and found it to be a pleasurable sensation.

"He laid me on the bed and proceeded to eat my pussy. Again, this was a whole new experience for me. He would pause from time to time to tell me what he was doing. I felt I was about to experience an orgasm when he stopped and kissed me on the mouth, telling me to savor the taste of my own pussy. He entered me -- this was the first time I had sex since Joe and I separated many years before. He thrust his cock into my hole and the sensation was awesome -- I never imaged sex could be such a pleasure. He increased his rhythm and in a short time, I experienced my first ever orgasm. I knew I wanted many more. I drifted off and slept till mid-morning. The ever-present Fatima was sitting across the room watching me.

"Over the next few months Oskar and I 'dated' often -- he took me to the opera, ballet, plays and elegant restaurants; of course, our chaperone, Fatima, was always in the background. When we got back to our suite at the George V, Fatima and her group allowed us privacy. Oskar taught me so much I didn't know about sex -- the different positions, use of muscles in my pussy to please a man, how to give effective blow jobs. One night he was somewhat serious and told me, 'Cassandra, tonight you must learn how to take anal intercourse.' He said the sheikh's son liked that technique and I must be prepared and must learn to enjoy it.

"I said 'Let's try it', but he answered in a whisper, 'We'll do it when the time is right.' We kissed for a few minutes -- I loved to kiss him. I knew he was doing a job, but I was falling in love with him. After a few minutes of passionate kisses, he slowly undressed me and laid me on the bed. He entered me, gentle as usual, but then got very aggressive, pounding me -- our bodies were slapping together. I climaxed early and he continued, bringing me to a second orgasm. He moved me off the bed and fucked my pussy dog style, causing another orgasm. He took a small jar of lubricant and rubbed a lavish amount into my ass and generously lubricated his dick. I apprehensively anticipated his penetration. He calmly said, 'Cassandra, relax. Take a deep breath. You're too tight to do any good.'

"I relaxed and felt his dick entering my ass -- there was some pain, but not unbearable. Oskar slipped his cock back and forth, but I got no sexual sensation from this activity. He said, 'relax some more -- some women get an orgasm from this. I continued to relax, but still no orgasm. The only pleasure I felt was from the knowledge that it was Oskar fucking me in the ass. After he fucked me for a period of time with no orgasm on my part, he withdrew and we sat next to each other on the bed. He told me I must learn to fake an anal orgasm -- the sheikh's son will expect that. Over the next several sessions I became adept at faking the anal orgasm.

"Later that week, Oskar told me he would bring a friend for me the next day, a British woman several years older than me named Gloria Winstead. He said Gloria has been tutrix for the sheikh's son for a year. I didn't have to ask what her duties were. Oskar said Mansoor liked ménages a trois, or threesomes, with emphasis on girl to girl sex. Gloria would train me in the proper routine.

"Oskar introduced me to Gloria and said I would not see him again. I begged him to fuck me one last time. He reluctantly agreed and proceeded to do so -- I told him I wanted him to come in my pussy; he had never done that. After only a few minutes of intense sex I climaxed and just afterwards felt Oskar's sperm fill my pussy. He kissed me softly and departed.

"Gloria and I became instant friends. She trained me in sexual activity between women, including use of dildos and strap-ons. Knowing Mansoor has a fetish of watching women play with themselves, she taught me various masturbation techniques involving vibrators and a variety of other sex toys.

"Gloria and I roomed together and enjoyed the company of each other. A few weeks after Gloria arrived Fatima came into our room with a smirk on her face. She announced that we must pack our belongings in trunks for a move to the sheikh's castle. Mansoor would celebrate his eighteenth birthday in two weeks and I was to be presented to him at the time. Gloria hugged me and assured me Mansoor was a nice person, was handsome and I would have no worries with him.

"We landed in one of the sheikh's jets at a private airport in the rub' al khali desert, or 'empty quarter', and took large helicopters the final seventy-five kilometers to the sheikh's compound. From the air it was an impressive layout -- a large wall enclosed at least a hundred and sixty acres, the focal point of which was the natural oasis around which the facility had been built. The centerpiece was the castle -- an imposing white, four story edifice. There were numerous structures within the walls and an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Gloria and I were taken to our quarters which was a two-bedroom cabana near the swimming pool we had observed from the air. The bedrooms were somewhat small, but there was a large common living area which contained high-end exercise equipment and a very large bathroom with two dressing areas. We were instructed to shower and dress formally to meet the sheikh in two hours. We showered together and giggled like school-girls as we soaped each other clean and helped the other fix their hair.

"We entered the large ballroom -- Sheik Abdul-Malik bin Abdullah and a large number of staff were standing near a large window. Gloria and I approached him, bowed and said, 'Good evening your excellency'. He told me I was as beautiful as he remembered me from Paris and that I bore a strong resemblance to his departed British wife, Jasmine, Mansoor's mother. He embraced me and whispered, 'Your daughters are both doing fine and are under my protection. Take this to your quarters.' He handed me an envelope, backed away and announced, 'I'm sure our guests want to relax after their strenuous trip from Paris. We shall all gather day after tomorrow for Mansoor's birthday celebration.'

"I went to my small bedroom and opened the envelope -- it was about a dozen pictures of Liza and Lisa. I cried as I savored each one -- kissing the images. Gloria knocked on my door and came into my area. I showed her the pictures -- she hugged me tightly and assured me I would see my daughters before much longer. She was overly optimistic.

"For Mansoor's birthday party Gloria and I dressed in cocktail attire. The Middle Eastern women were clad in black burkas and most men in the traditional thawb with a keffiyeh on their heads, although a few wore western business attire. I was introduced to Mansoor. He was a rather handsome young man, appearing older than his eighteen years -- somewhat stocky, standing only a couple of inches taller than me, and he did not appear athletic. He kissed my hand and invited me to dance. He was an excellent dancer -- the band played western rock and roll as well as traditional Middle Eastern music.

"I enjoyed talking with him and he was curious of my life and background. As the night wore on, he 'suggested' we have a private conversation in his quarters. He led me down a hallway through a large wooden door into an imposing bedroom, in the center of which was a large circular jacuzzi tub. He 'suggested' I disrobe and join him in the warm waters. I did as he wanted -- he shed his clothes. He was well hung and broader than I had expected -- although his member was nowhere near as large as Karim's. Surprisingly, he was circumcised -- not a common practice in the Middle East -- I assumed that was something his British mother wanted.

"I sat next to him and gently stroked his dick as we talked. He kissed me with much passion -- I returned the kiss and met his tongue. I asked if he wanted me to suck his dick. He replied affirmatively, but said we should get out of the water -- he thought my hair was too pretty to get wet. We dried each other off -- I continued to work his cock while he rubbed my oversized titties. We lay on his bed -- it was the largest I had ever seen. I quickly went down on him. I teased the head of his dick with my lips running my tongue around the head -- he moaned with pleasure. I took his whole dick into my mouth -- I had no trouble taking it all. I slide his cock in and out rubbing his balls. In a very short time I felt his body stiffen, ready to come. I sucked harder and let his ejaculation fill my mouth and swallowing it all. I straddled him, using my hand to guide his still hard member into my pussy. I rocked up and down slowly allowing him to grasp my oversized titties and pinch my nipples. After a few minutes I increased my rhythm and experienced an orgasm. I continued on top until I brought him to his second climax. I collapsed onto him and might have slept for a few minutes.

"Mansoor seemed pleased with me and my sexual abilities so we had sex several times a day over the next month. Often, he ordered Gloria and I to perform the sixty-nine position or the scissors technique on each other and he would masturbate over us and shoot his cum onto our bodies. He would then dismiss Gloria so he and I could continue our sexual escapades. Every few days he wanted anal sex -- I complied and put on a show for him.

"He did not tire of me in two years as Oskar predicted. Gloria and I accompanied him on many fabulous trips -- including Formula One Grand Prixes in Monaco and Buenos Aires; summer ski trips to Chile and winter ski trips to Switzerland; Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow and World Cup Soccer games in South Africa. Gloria and I had appropriate outfits for each venue and were the focus of paparazzi at many locations where we partied.

"Near the end of three years Sam and Sheikh Abdul-Malik bin Abdullah negotiated a two-year extension of my 'contract'. I later learned Sam received two-hundred thousand pounds plus inclusion in a lucrative oil tanker syndicate for the extension.

"A little more than a year after the extension, Sheikh Abdul-Malik bin Abdullah died in a helicopter accident. As is the custom he was buried the next day and Mansoor inherited his position as Sheikh Mansoor Abdul Malik. At first nothing changed between Mansoor and Gloria and I, but he began to get more and more distracted by his various business interests and our sexual sessions with him became infrequent.

"Since arriving at the compound, I had spent much time in the large swimming pool near our quarters, but now I spent hours swimming laps. We had no TV, radio and very few books and periodicals to help pass the time. Swimming kept me in top shape and I cajoled Gloria into taking up the sport.

"Five years passed and there was no word on a further extension. Sheikh Mansoor called Gloria into his quarters without me -- that never happened before. She returned bawling. 'I'm being sent away... to London... Mansoor and Sam want me for a business venture there...'. I asked, 'Did they say anything about me?' 'No, they didn't and I was in no position to ask...'

"Gloria left within twenty-four hours and I was alone... scared. I soon learned my fate. Mansoor pimped me to his colleagues and business associates. For the most part I was well treated, though not always -- some felt it their prerogative to knock around their whore. My only travel from the sheikh's compound was once I acted as escort for Sergei, one of his Russian cohorts, to the Casino Baden-Baden for a month. The ever-stone-faced Fatima chaperoned my every move when I was not being eye-candy on Sergei's arm as he made his entrance into the baccarat room at the casino. I realized Sergei was part of the Russian mafia but was gay -- I helped him maintain his secret.

"After seven years at the sheikh's compound everything had become routine, but I still longed for my girls. I encountered Sheik Mansoor one day and beseeched him to give me some news of my twins. He curtly said they were well and were still protected 'as you as you continue to cooperate'. My encounter angered the sheikh and he relegated me to servicing those associates of his who took delight in inflicting pain. I suffered through the encounters, but about six months later I endured the worst.

"Sheikh Mansoor sent for me -- when I arrived at his quarters, I observed two very large African men talking with him. In my more than seven years I had become proficient in their language from dealing with the staff and servants, but kept my language skills secret. As I eavesdropped, I grasped their conversation centered around the kidnapping of about a dozen young women and these men sought Mansoor's and Sam's assistance in selling them. I was powerless to do anything but listen in horror. Finally, the parties struck a deal and shook hands. Sheik Mansoor told the men they could have their way with me.

"The sheikh ordered me to undressed -- I complied and stood in front of the three of them nude. The two Africans disrobed, taking care to fold their expensive suits over their chairs. I couldn't believe what I was seeing -- both had dicks larger than Karim's. They wasted no time -- one grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the floor. Before I could respond, the other picked me off the floor and threw me against the wall where I crumbled onto one of the large cushions along the wall. They both took joy in slapping me on my tits. One stuck his dick in my face and forced my head onto it. His member was far too large for me to deep-throat, but he continued to force my head. The other man attempted to fuck me from behind -- I was not moist and he used no lubrication. It was extremely painful and I tried to cry out, but that only succeeded in the first one pushing his dick deeper into my throat gagging me. The second man continued forcing and finally entered me. He pushed his large dick deep into my pussy causing pain in my abdomen. The first man came in my throat -- putting a large amount of his cum into me, causing me to throw up and almost drown on my own vomit. The second man came in my pussy and pulled out -- the two of them along with Mansoor laughed loudly. I lay on the stone floor in agony. One of the men lubricated his dick and forced it deeply into my rectum. I don't know if he came in my ass or not, but he finally pulled out. The three had another good laugh. The two men pissed on me -- all over my body, in my hair and on my face. One of them stood over me and defecated onto my pubic area. The two Africans dressed, and the three of them left me alone in the room in my misery. Nothing I had ever experienced in life was as humiliating as that experience and I could only wonder what I had done to incur Mansoor's hatred."I recovered alone from my ordeal in my quarters over the next couple of weeks, swimming several hours every day. Fatima came into my room with a smirk on her face and said, 'You will be leaving in four hours. Staff members will be in shortly to pack your belongings...' I asked, 'Where am I going?' She didn't answer, and only after I boarded one of the sheikh's private jets, did I learn my destination was London. One of my travel companions said Sam would be in charge of me in London.

"I reunited with Gloria -- she acted as madam for six high price call-girls (now including me), but Sam was the overall boss of the operation. I hardly recognized him -- he had gained at least a hundred and fifty pounds and was strung out on coke and pills almost constantly. He warned me again about cooperation -- he said my twins no longer appealed to him, but they did to some of his 'friends'. I took his warning seriously.

"We were set up in flats in the Mayfair section of London -- I shared a two-bedroom walkup with Gloria. We never serviced clients in our flats -- usually we met them in one of the five-star London hotels. The six of us were beauties -- I'm not vain, but I am aware of my appearance. In addition to me as a Miss Texas runner-up, there was a former Miss Argentina in our group, as well as other beautiful and cultured women. We ranged in age from eighteen to thirty-five.

"Gloria would organize our work. My services were charged to clients at two thousand-five hundred pounds sterling per night and higher if travel was involved. My cliental were mostly Russian or Asian executives in London on business, but I did service several high-ranking British military and government officials. I once served as a Lord's plus one at a royal wedding and was even presented to the Queen. I attended a state dinner at No. 10 Downing Street as the companion to an elderly, widowed MP.

"Sex with our clients was usually straight forward, but on some occasions, particularly with the Russians, I got beat about before the actual sex. I had to do anal on occasions, but never had to take a dick as large as the African man in Sheikh Mansoor's room. The payment for our services was made in advance, but many times the clients would tip us -- often extravagantly. We always turned the tip money over to Gloria who passed it up to Sam and the other investors in this enterprise.

"Many years went by as I worked in London -- Gloria and I remained as close as possible, but Sam was becoming impossible to handle. He had become morbidly obese and needed two canes to walk about. I heard nothing about my girls in about a dozen years, and I assumed they had written me off. The few times I asked Sam, he refused to give me any information and beat me for even asking.

One day I was in the flat reading when Gloria came running into my bedroom. 'There's some inter-tribal warfare in the desert involving Sheikh Mansoor -- we have a report he's been assassinated along with Fatima and other members of his household.' We thought we now had a chance to escape this life. Not long after we heard the news Sam and his two body-guards showed up and proclaimed nothing has changed and we will continue business as usual.

"Business as usual lasted only a week. The Russian partners, worried the British government would investigate Sheikh Mansoor's commercial interests in the UK announced they were taking the six whores and Gloria to Moscow. Sam objected, saying Gloria and I were his property and he intended to keep us working in London. After much shouting the Russians capitulated, saying Gloria and I were past our primes and he could have us. The Russians took the other four girls and left immediately.

By then Sam lost most of his reason to drugs, pills and alcohol and threatened to kill the two of us if we didn't obey his every whim. He still had two Middle Eastern body-guards to ensure his orders were obeyed. Only a few days elapsed before Sam in a drunken state confronted Gloria and me, ranting incoherently, but we realized through his babbling that he was claiming we skimmed tip money and demanding we hand it over. We denied any such activity, but our denial infuriated Sam and he swung one of his canes catching me upside the head -- I was dazed but I saw Gloria run into the hall seeking something with which to defend us. Sam followed her out.

In my stupor I heard Gloria scream and then gun shots. This was followed by furniture being overturned and more screams by Gloria and more gun shots. I stumbled into the hallway and felt myself about to collapse -- I was held up... by Oskar.

"He carried me to my bed and laid me in it and put a wet cloth over my forehead. I said, 'Oskar, hold me...' He answered, 'Cassandra, I have to check on Gloria -- she's hurt badly...' Gloria shrieked out in agony; Oskar kissed me on the cheek and left to tend to Gloria. I lay for a few minutes trying to break through the fog in my head. I heard running water from the bathroom. I stood, very unsteady on my feet and staggered to the next room.

Sam was laying on the floor in a pool of blood, obviously dead and there were two other bodies nearby. I stepped around the corpses and went into the bathroom -- Gloria was laying naked in the tub with the shower running on her, whimpering; Oskar was pouring water from a cup onto her. She had severe burns on her head, face, neck and body. Oskar said, 'They planned to disfigure both of you with battery acid -- I was too late to help Gloria, but I killed them before they got to you'. I replied, 'Should I call 9-9-9...' He said, 'No, we would have to explain these three stiffs. I can get her some help and then stage this scene to appear they killed each other...'

"Only then did I notice Oskar was bleeding badly from his abdomen. I said, 'You need help right away...' 'No, medics would have to report this stab wound. I've got a couple of people we can trust on the way. When the bobbies eventually discover these bodies, we will have alibis in place for you and Gloria. Wait by the front door for my friends.'

"Events after that became blurred in my memory. I learned Sheikh Mansoor had Oskar keep Sam and the Russian partners under surveillance since he didn't trust them. When Mansoor was killed, Oskar stayed close by to watch over Gloria and me because Sam was acting so irrationally.

"We made it to a house in a seedy section of east London. Before we settled in, Oskar came to see me. He told me Gloria was resting and his friend dosed her with morphine. I embraced him and kissed him passionately -- he returned my kiss and undressed me. He left his shirt on to hide his unattended stab wound. He fucked me. I was ecstatic having his dick in my cunt -- I continued kissing him as we fucked. I could sense he was in pain, but he fucked me hard. I climaxed three times. He said 'Cassandra, I love you', but pulled out without having an orgasm, rolled over and passed out. His friend told me they had given Oskar a dose of morphine also.

"We stayed for a week until Oskar's contacts obtained phony passports for us to leave the country. Gloria went under a Middle Eastern name and wore a burka to hide her burns. Oskar found several hundred thousand pounds in Sam's flat and provided Gloria and I with enough money to travel. None of us obtained any medical aid during that time. Oskar developed a high fever before we departed, but insisted we leave as planned.

"We met Oskar's contacts in New York. They obtained new US IDs for Gloria and I, and sent her to a private hospital in upstate New York. Only then did I learn Oskar had died of an infection from the stab wound. His friends assured me Scotland Yard was not looking for me or Gloria in connection with the triple homicide. Fake travel records led the police to believe we were in Moscow at the time of the killings.

"I still possessed a considerable amount of the money Oskar found in Sam's flat, and made my way back to our home town and reestablished my real identity. I was able to gain possession of our old house. I told everyone your dad and I had been living the jet-set life in Europe for all these years but since his death I was ready to settle down.

"Your dad was somewhat lackadaisical about his finances. I naturally assumed he hide his wealth in a secret offshore account, but I discovered he continued to use his old account at the bank in Dallas. He left no will, so I probated his estate taking one-half of his assets as my community property share and the other half going to you as his only heir. Your dad's body wasn't shipped home for several months -- I staged an elaborate funeral which I saw you watching through binoculars from your car."

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I drove for several minutes letting my mind clear. I looked at Cassis still asleep -- I touched her thigh and said her name. She made no reply. I squeezed her thigh and somewhat louder I said, "Cassie, are you awake?"

She glared at me and said, "I am now..."

I said, "We're ahead of schedule -- why don't we pull over at the nearest motel and rest for a little while?"

"Are you tired?"

"Not really tired, I just want to go somewhere and fuck the living daylights out of you..."

"Why didn't you just say so... it looks like a Traveler's Rest Inn at the next exit."

It was two o'clock in the afternoon and we were the only guests. The clerk gave us a ground-floor room and we entered without bringing any of our luggage into the room. We practically tore each other's clothes off. I pushed her onto the bed and entered her without foreplay -- there was no need, she was moist already.

We fucked savagely -- our bodies slapped together. She climaxed quickly, but I continued unabated. I had an orgasm, but since I couldn't ejaculate, I continued to fuck her, bringing her to two more orgasms. I experienced two more orgasms -- thinking to myself I was like a woman being able to enjoy multiple orgasms. We rolled over and she straddled me reverse cowgirl style for a time. We quit counting orgasms -- I didn't need orgasms; it was a feeling of ecstasy just to fuck her. She turned and faced me -- I sucked her nipples while she rocked up and down on me. She turned over with her feet on the floor and I fucked her doggy style. We went back to the missionary position so we could enjoy each other's kisses.

After about an hour, we were both spent. I looked at the room -- our clothes were scattered about; the sheets were wadded up and on the floor; the pillows were strewn everywhere. I said I would leave a nice tip for the cleaning lady. Cassie asked me to retrieve her small suitcase from the car -- it contained her bathing suit and she wanted to swim a little while before we resumed our journey.

I sat at the edge of the pool with my legs in the water drinking a 7-Up from the hotel vending machine watching Cassie in a yellow bikini take strong strokes doing her laps. I knew then I was the luckiest man in the world.