A southern Tail

On a gravid Southern plantation, Lucius Buford Callaway 'just holler me Bo'lived his entire aliveness. So did his pappy, and his pappy before him and so on back various genesis. Everyone knew the Callaway mansion and priming coat. Bo 's kinfolk was rich and have been a firm upstanding phallus of the local church residential district for many years. There are still matter in townsfolk named Callaway. The Mall, a green, a wing at the church school and others. For many, many age they have been sinewy and influential.

That is until Bo 's great great gran-pappy. Mx Lucius Callaway was a departure from the long line of Callaway men. Max was a sad raging man. He had watched his families estate change from emancipation. When his crime syndicate was in their flower the land was one of the heavy cotton producer in the county. They had a declamatory veg farm and working ranch on the large demesne. That all changed when the free task shrunk away. Since that fateful day of exemption for the slave the estate has shrunk and the products have changed to keep up with the vast shift. Max was only 12 when he learned the signification of his kinsfolk history. He grew up in the shadower of his begetter and gran-pappy and all their contempt of the modification ; fighting the governance, releasing the slaves, hiring back labor.

Max passed that ira to his kin and since then the Callaway men have been forceful, angry and domineering. Bo 's Father-God like all his gran-pappys since Max have been imbiber and being from the south continued the long line of making and selling moonshine. It fit well into their fight against the police force that changed their man. Max and his decedents have become well known for producing excellent lineament and nip. Bo 's Church Father had been running a good business enterprise. Then his drinking became a problem and the business suffered. Before an early death he raised Bo and taught him the folk secrets. Namely the station in the bayou where the concluding hut and still were.

It was staffed by a couple of 'African Americans'whom were posterity of his crime syndicate past employs. Bo would ride out with a consignment of nutrient, empty nursing bottle and pick up a loading of shine a week and cede it to the purchaser. It was enough to keep the residuum of the grove live and staffed. One groundsman, a nanny/housekeeper, a cook, a houseman/server and a carpenter. Not to name the two men that ran the moonshine still. All of them descendants of past 'employees .'Like his father, Bo was a hard taskmaster and treated them with chafe contempt.

Bo met his wife Caitlin Jackson on a stumble to New Orleans. She was on a girls trip with her school day. She was 18 and celebrating becoming an adult with some of her gamey shoal seniors from Evergreen State DoS. She was crazy at Mardi Gras when he first saw her. She was young and virile and he was rich and attractive. They were inseparable and he took her to envision places and wild scenes. She was smitten with him. Shortly after they met she agreed to marry him. Especially after he got her pregnant. He was 35.

lifetime was dear for many old age. Their girl, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason grew up in the biggest doll's house anyone could induce ever imagined. all over with its own servants. Mason played princess until she was in puberty. Her body changed and so did her nonesuch. She also changed the way she dressed. Guided by her sensual mother and her demanding superpatriotic Padre she was shaped into a sexy creature to hang on her father 's every instruction. As she grew up, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason also wanted to shorten her figure to 'May .'Bo wanted to object. He gave her that name. There was a reason behind it.

At Mason 's coming out party she made the request,"Now that I 'm originate up I should sustain a grown up figure. A forgetful one like 'Bo'and 'Cat'my momma and Pappy. I wish to be called 'May .'“ Bo could n't refuse. After all his minuscule girlfriend was now a young woman and a lovely one at that. By then however mom and Pappy 's relationship had grown bitter. The spark had flown from their lifetime together. They still carried on a civil human relationship but things had turned cold between them.

If Bo wanted some physical aid he knew just what to do. Cat had a tenderness for Champagne-Ardenne. She would sing, 'Tiny Bubbles in the Wine'after a couple Methedrine. Then Bo would ask her to dance with him and the wine would do the rest. Caitlin made trusted to send out May upstairs even tho Bo would say, 'she 's gon na learn it somewhere, someday .'But that only made Cat ferocious and feisty. She still had a strong will no southern appeal could change.

Bo was watching stonemason arise up and go a modest version her mother. A lot like her female parent when they had world-class met. Even tho he was previous now he still loved the offspring artlessness that young person labor. As Bo and Cat drifted, so did Bo 's attention. He drank more often and found little prison term for Cat and menage obligation. But he did have an eye for Mason that he tried to conceal.

May loved living at Callaway 's. She wore the all right southerly mode outfits. The home was vast with farseeing drag in staircase at the entrance, covered porches, a timber for a backyard, a generative garden, buck, barn, a fount, and flowers everywhere. Even with all the faculty running around there were always placidity spots where she could feel free, private. Where May would go and sit. Everything was silence. She also found place to conceal where no one could see her. May became quite familiar with the in 's and out 's and sledding ons.

At eighteen years of age her experiences changed when she witnessed something. One evening May was sitting quietly on the ceiling over the get across porch near the spine corner of the sign of the zodiac. The position closest to the groundsman 's hutch. It was quiet and out of the way. Something broke the silence. She could learn some singing quietly coming from the unresolved windowpane of the old man 's shack. She quietly edged across the ceiling until she could see something moving. Her beat seemed to cut when she realized what it was. The groundsman, Isaac was naked and quietly singing. May moved again until she could see individual else.

Her intimation stopped when she watched her nurse eagerly gobble on something long coming from between his legs. Was that his penis, she thought. Nanny 's foreland pushed further down on it. A grunt interrupted Isaac 's tiresome telling before he continued. May 's throat tightened as she watched. Then the nanny pull it out of her mouth and stroked it with her hand. She was smiling and giggling. Isaac lifter her up and turned her around. His recollective penis was curved upward slightly as he pushed it between her legs.

Her nanny put a deal down her belly until it slipped between her legs as well. She began stroking again and rolled her hip excitedly. May felt prickling of her own. She slid her bridge player under her drawers to investigate and obtain it sensitive, hot and wet. As she kept watching her own hand began rubbing between her stage. It felt so good. May would n't be able to draw what she had felt after that. She only knew it was her first experience.

From that day on May noticed how often Isaac and the nurse had private time like this. When she was sent upstairs after her ma and pappy drank, danced and kissed, she quietly watched from a distance. She saw a variety of scenes and brought herself to orgasm on multiple occasions. On a few occasions she even caught herself as she was putting her hand down her pants when she realized her mommy, pappy, or one of the servant was nearby. She was still naive and did n't empathise how deeply her new found gender ran in the family.

Cat, May 's mamma also loved bread and butter there. The clothes, the land, the money Bo flashed around, all this and handmaid too. It was a pipe dream life away from her meager upbringing on the Pacific Ocean Coast. Bo was n't the best man but he was exciting, daring, handsome, and he had a rough edge that drove her unwarranted. She was n't the average Southern married woman either. Oh, she knew how to wreak the component part ; passive, charming, alluring, slavish, tame, undervalued, and fainthearted. But, she was also cautious and knowledgeable. She looked at the financial records and knew how matter worked.

She was becoming concerned by her husband Bo 's activity of late. He was drinking more often and skulking around the house looking out the windowpane. But Cat kept herself busy as not to get in his way when he was in a humor. She tried to keep back an eye on May as well but May was a miss of her own sentence and could slip away and disappear when she wanted. Cat was not concerned for her own welfare but for that of her daughter.

Cat had few existent Friend down here in the Confederacy so far from her kin and Friend. The servants and workers all knew her as kind and generous. If she needed something, assistance, or a confidant they could always be trusted. At least as far as she could tell. She had a mostly prosperous aliveness and with the small parties of rich topical anaesthetic she had met some of the powerful folks in their circle. Cat had made herself comfortable with raising May and the day-by-day exit ons around the demesne she kept her occupied.

Bo on the other hand was always looking, for something ; something bigger, better. With a rich powerful family name behind him he would construct mass and trade with the upper class by public figure alone. When things went bad he could be very angry, mad. He would seek out Cat for some strong-arm relief. She tried to lenify him but to no avail. Lately it ended with opening a bottle of Champagne and waking in the morning stretched out in the bed. Screwed and bruised.

As time went by Bo began noticing George Mason 's private nature and let her fall into a false sensation of security. He would observe her actions and create an obvious motion to lead her alone only to return to a window or specially placed mirror to watch. One day when he was angry and drunkard he walked by a window that looked out onto the covered porch. The same windowpane where the dangling bench swung. And there was Mason, hang over the back rail with her mitt down the back of her fundament. Bo slid back into the shadows and watched.

He began to dream up a plan. A architectural plan most marked-up. He sipped his jar of shine as he watched her. His mind grinding away on his superior architectural plan. That evening before dark, Bo began a yearn tirade with Cat. They were away from others and no one saw how it really unfolded. Only a bottle of Champagne-Ardenne and two glasses were left as evidence. But, in LE than an hour he and Cat were heading out to the car. Bo turned as James Neville Mason came out to say good-bye,"Momma 's going to ride out away for a yoke Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Until she comes back you get to be 'Momma of the house .'“

This was a biz they used to play when she was young. Whenever momma went away, May got to pass on orders to the staff, organize meals, oversee yard piece of work, and at the end of the day make Daddy 's bed. She even got to kip in her mum 's billet in his bed. May smiled when she remembered the fun they used to sustain and how much she enjoyed the clock time spent with her pappy. She smiled until she looked at her mamma and saw the strange look on her font. ma looked dazed with a thrust smile as she mouthed 'be safe .'

They drove away and May stood there wondering what that all meant. Her mum had stayed away before. It caused her to hesitate. After a import her thought turned to planning dinner party before pappy returned. She bounced into the family to get started. A short while later dinner was planned and the table set. May was standing in front of her water closet a bit vertiginous as she looked over her choice of dresses. She chose the one her pappy liked the upright. She wanted it to be particular. This was the first time in quite a while that she had been 'Momma of the house .'Running the menage. Sleeping in Pappy 's bed at the end of the day.

Meanwhile Bo and Cat were pulling up to the old shack where the workers that operated his still lived It was far from everything, way out in the swamps. Cat looked out the window with feeble center and slack height. Two black men walked out and spoke with Bo. They bowed down to him with great grinning. Going on about how much they appreciated working for him. All the things Cat knew were wrong. Bo came back to the car and opened the door.

Cat lolled in her seat as Bo grabbed her arm,"A few years out here should teach you to observe your hubby. The Callaway category is majestic, strong and respected. These men do n't deliver boundaries like I do. But they do cognise what a woman is for."He handed her over to the tidal bore men. Who grabbed her munition on either slope and held her wobbly consistence up. Then he pulled a box of rubber from his pocket. Bo whispered in one of their ears,"Do n't get her pregnant. other than that ..."

Bo bent down and kissed Cat on the backtalk,"I 'm doing this for your own secure and the good of the Callaway family."Then he watched the two grim men drag her hobble body in to the rickety shed. Bo could be a brutal man. He waited until they closed the door then he got back into his car and drove away. He was looking forward to getting back to the comfort of his palatial mansion and dinner party with his daughter. His creative thinker going over his master plan.

Bo had spiked Cat 's afternoon bubbly with a special bootleg. She had been sold out the back threshold, up the creek without a boat paddle, shanghaied. Inside the hovel the two black men stripped Cat of her o.k. clothes and draped her in a threadbare, stained, good distance kitchen forestage. The only early thing they let her endure were her E. B. White step-in. They ordered her to get into the kitchen which was just one corner of the single room shack. They made her clean everything, top to bottom and by the time that was done she had sobered up.

Then she began preparing dinner for them. As she worked in the kitchen she could feel the two of them staring at her white organic structure. Her breasts kept slipping out the sides of the worn proscenium and when she tried adjusting them the men would tell her to stop fidgeting and get the dinner cooked. As her head continued to clear she became acutely aware of the two men staring more than at her bottom then her breasts. Both of them had lumps in their pants and she knew what that meant.

book binding at the plantation May was dressed to the IX. She was checking on the preparation in the kitchen, looking over the stave and dining table. Everything was ready for her 1st day as 'Momma of the house .'With everything under control she walked to the battlefront door and waited. Pappy would be home any minute she thought. Something gave her a sudden chill as she thought about where her mother went. Just then she saw Bo pull in up out front. It 's show up time.

As Bo approached the entrance, May opened the door to greet him. His center grew large and he froze to take her in. She was a vision in White person. From the whitened peony efflorescence in her hair to the knee wind sock rising up out of her gamey heeled horseshoe. He loved that outfit. May bought it for her coming out political party last year. She 'd grown a small and that made the below the knees attire, into an above the knees skirt. The top of her stockings were tied in a bow with pink ribbon. Her breasts were pushed up by her girdle and her dress looked like frosting on her cake.

After dinner May brought pappy his organ pipe and a methamphetamine of whiskey just the way he liked it. Then she paraded around in front of him so he could follow her. That was the way they always played this game. She knew her part. mommy 's job was to make the man happy and pass on him whatever he needed to that end. Now that she was older it felt very invigorating. She turned and bent to make believe to dot then came close to him and bent over to establish him her cleavage.

Bo was making fill grunts and groans as he puffed his organ pipe and sipped his drinkable. May was enjoying his attention and she could feel herself getting warm under her garb. Her fount flushed and she had to block up and wipe her os frontale. Pappy noticed and asked her to come sit on his lap to rest. She did and smelled his pipe grass and the olfactory perception of whiskey on his breath. He put his arm on her brain and urged her to rest on his strong shoulder.

Cat on the other hired hand was cleaning the cup of tea and straightening up in the kitchen after dinner trying to ward off what she assumed was going to happen next. One of the men appeared behind her as she bent over the sink. She felt his script touch her. She felt his buckram seawall push against her thinly covered bottom. His dick was hard and thick as it settled between her round impertinence. Only her okay step-in separating them."char ! Be done with that now. We have you to rest with."Her nerve flushed and she tried not to cry.

He turned her and pointed her towards a filthy, bust bed that sagged in the eye. An old bed sheet was draped over the mattress and the blankets were clumped up and laying askew. A bout formed in her eye. Then the endorse man appeared out of a dark corner with his stiff peter in his hand,"ovalbumin cunt. Aint you never seen a black cock ?"She turned her heading but the man still standing behind her grabbed her by the jaw and turned her cover to face the black man 's cock,"Answer him !"

"NO !"Cat shouted."No. What ? Bitch."the man behind her said. The second man came faithful until his corpse member bumped into her belly. Cat 's mouth quivered when she saw how big it was in comparison to her thin consistence,"No, I 've never seen one."The man behind her slid his hands under the nasty rag of an forestage and grabbed her breasts. Her legs shook as she imagined what they were going to do with her. She felt him pull on her breasts and push his prick hard against her bottom.

She felt her pussy tingle,"NO ! blockade THIS RIG ..."Just that fast the man behind her grabber her sassing and wrapped his former arm across her waist,"No char ! No cry. Mister Bo said you is ours until he say so."Her body shook against his clasp. The man in battlefront slid deal up and took off her apron, if you could call it that and tossed it aside. Then he slid his mitt down the front of her panties. Cat struggled against them fruitlessly.

At Callaway 's : May slowly disrobed while pappy watched her through a mirror. The stunningly sexy apparel he bought for her slowly slid off her virgin eubstance. He loved the look of those knee wind sock. The way they draw the center up the stage. The white corset with garden pink stays and obeisance that pushed up her business firm Lester Willis Young breasts. But mostly her ashen satin step-in that shimmered every metre her cheeks moved,"You know, now that you 're past the age of consent there are more things you can do for pappy."

May was just bent over taking off her shoes when she paused to wonder what pappy could possibly need. While she sat on his lap earlier he showed her what French smooching was. She loved it. It made her weak. It also made her hot and tingly. Her mind flashed on things she 'd seen."Oh ?"she said,"Is it like French Kissing ?"He was glad she enjoyed learning about kissing."I think its better."Pappy said looking over her young virile physical structure. She was his by blood and by money."You do know how mommas and pappys shuffle babies do n't you ?"

May blushed. Yeah she knew. She 'd been watching where she should n't sustain been. Where private things are buck private. She could n't help herself. For some reason it intrigued her and obviously it turned her on. But she was n't going to tell pappy that. So she swallowed hard and began to speak,"fountainhead, yeah. I think so."She walked halfway across the room and stopped,"But, what can I do ?"By this move she was inviting him to run across her in the middle and express her what 's next.

Pappy walked right up to her. His underpants tented in the middle. A midst bulge running down his pugilist."A man needs servicing. To keep things working. Like a source spreader in the field of force. It needs to be kept in tip top cast. You do n't want to waste anything."Then he motioned to his collapsible shelter."When its like this it just needs a little attention. Like a good rub for the gymnastic horse, before and after a ride makes em happy."He gently guided her hand to bear on his tent. Then he leaned in and gave her another Daniel Chester French Kiss.

May had seen phratry doing this and she immediately knew what to do. She grasped his underdrawers and found his blockheaded firm phallus and began to stroke it up and down. Pappy 's glossa was dancing in her eager mouth as she fell into his implements of war. Her nipples hardened and she got excited. She stroked voiceless and flying until pappy pulled away,"That 's good little momma. Now your gon na to learn your next kiss. The Kiss for Pappy. I 'm gon na squirt but we do n't desire to run out the seeds."She looked at him with a astonied stare."Quick, put the end of my dick in your mouth."She did what she was told.

At the Stiller 's hutch : The two dim men in the one room shanty were just taking off the panties of a goddess sent from their boss. Cat struggled as the man in front slid off her panty and knelt down in front of her. She kept telling herself, 'No, No, No ,'and 'This is n't gon na chance .'but mostly'I 'm not going to enjoy it .'The man behind her lifted her off her feet while the man in front lifter her wooden leg. She could n't quite see what he was doing with a hand over her oral fissure holding her head word back.

Then she felt it. A hot tongue and mouthpiece engulfed her bare slit. She protested by jerking her legs and waist. The man holding her up whispered in her ear,"Be much Thomas More fun is you enjoy it."He was right but she kept telling herself ,'I 'm not going to delight it .'That knife. It invaded her thoughts. Her fight was giving way and she felt a sudden hurry. 'Oh no !'she thought, 'Do n't cum !'His backtalk was rubbing and sucking. His spit was thick unassailable and darting in and out. The tingling was climbing up her spine.

'Stop thinking about it .'she commanded herself, 'Do n't give in .'Her body began to jerk and she tried screaming again. Only this time they were screams of exaltation as she climaxed. Bo had n't use up her out in years. Not that he was any goodness at it, but she liked it now and again. But this. This was dirty, rotten, and the dependable oral sex she 'd ever had. Both of the men laughed. The clapper kept going and moments later she came again. Her eubstance jerky and she tried to scream.

After a few second they lay her down on the bed and let her catch her breath."We ask you now, char. Do you wan na sex us ? Yes'o No ?"That surprised her. She was going to push them all the way. It was n't proper. It was n't planned. Its not the sort of matter a lady friend from the Pacific Northwest let alone Southern girl would do. So she thought. She was thinking this should never happen. Now she was thinking to herself, 'Maybe just a lilliputian .'

At Callaway 's : May stretched her sassing around pappy 's dick. After learning the French buss this seemed intimate. She rolled her sassing around it and brushed her tongue all over it. She remembered seeing nanny do this to Isaac and she tried to emulate it. She bobbed on it and slurped as she drooled all over it. Her hand began stroking again and she pumped it deeper into her back talk. It was like a French Kiss. She felt herself drifting and got a glazed over feeling.

Pappy smiled and his font tightened,"That 's good Momma. Pretty girl. Here is comes."His body shook and May could savor a good story flavor take her oral cavity. She began to swallow and was so excited she could n't distinguish if she was spilling any. Her soundbox fought to keep open swallowing and not let a single dip fall. She sucked and swallowed as she looked up into pappy 's eyes. He was watching her and smiling ear to ear.

After a couplet minutes the funny spirit subsided and May relaxed as pappy reassured her,"You 're a instinctive mommy. That 's how you do the candy kiss for Pappy."She pulled back and rested on her cad. She was gasping. Her lips where shiny and wet. Pappy looked down into her big eyes and they smiled. He reached down and lifting her up, placed her on the bed,"Now I 'm going to designate you the Kiss for Momma."

Pappy saw her wet pantie and smelled her mellifluous perfume. Leaning down he kissed her belly push. His scratchy chin tickled her as he slid down her belly with kisses. May felt her step-in being slid effortlessly under her underside until they slid off her fundament. Her bare cunt tingled in the assuredness air. Pappy admired it for a moment before spreading her wooden leg and placing his entire mouth over it. He lifted her legs up and using his tongue began massaging her sweet young womanhood.

At the Stiller 's shanty : Cat woke the adjacent morning sandwiched between the two black men. Once she gave in to them she found their demands were not what she had expected. Both men were soft and will. The evening was not without effort however. That fact was quickly made apparent when she struggled to clear her Libra the Balance. She crawled away wondering what to do until she saw the old worn forestage. She put it on and started in the kitchen.

When the two men woke they were greeted with breakfast. Or, what they had available for breakfast. Cat had taken the liberty of pulling some saucy herbs from the scant garden. The room smelled of onion and Allium sativum with a hint of rosemary. Both of them jumped to their feet. Cat waved a spatula at them,"wash up first. No reason to be uncivilized."They both laughed like nestling and ran out the door to clean up. Cat smiled to herself. She was hatching a architectural plan of her own. A plan for revenge.

After breakfast was done and work had begun. Cat sat down with a inviolable cup of joe and stared out the window. Now that it was clean she could see the two men moving moonlight from the woodland to the route. They knew 'Mister Bo'would be out with supplying and to pick up the next deal of production. He had brought Cat out to them in a huff and had n't brought provision, just Cat. But after last night they were n't going to eat her. She was special.

The two were gentlemen now and Cat managed to see their brilliant side. They hated 'Master Big capitulum'as they called him once they felt faith towards her. She laughed. They laughed. Then she told them her plan. Something that was a long time coming for 'Master Big Head .'This would be a new day, a new beginning for all.

At Callaway 's : In the morning May woke with a tingling in her snatch. It itched terribly. Arching her pelvic girdle made it rub even more. She slid her hand down to detect something between her ramification. She pushed it against her to scrape the itch. It slid back and Forth River against her hot pussycat lips. Suddenly she felt someone stir behind her,"Here mommy. Let me help you with that."Then she felt pappy 's bridge player over her 's wardrobe the thing arduous against her.

It was pappy 's putz stuck between her stage that pressed against her. She remembered pappy showing her the 'Kiss for Momma'last night. It felt so safe and she remembered cumming, then she woke up here. Her torso twitched remembering the immense orgasm she experienced when pappy kissed and licked her downwards there.. Now pappy was sliding his gumshoe against her and she was rubbing him back. No wonder everyone was always sneaking around to do it, she thought remembering all the times she 'd seen it happening.

Pappy growled,"All that 's left to do is make you a existent 'Momma of the house .'” With that he pulled back and pushing her hired hand hard against his dick forcing the head between her bare silklike kitty-cat rim,"Oh, Pappy !"He pulled back and thrust again shoving the head between her back talk with a pop."OH, Pappy !"One more than time he pulled back then grunted forcing the head constituent way up into her."OH, PAPPY !"

May 's body convulsed on his peter as she rocketed to a quick orgasm. Pappy loved that feel. Young pussy, tight, tender, ready to orgasm at the slightest provocation. Her young slit was squeezing almost drawing him in deeper. Using his hand he grabbed her shoulder and pushed her pile. He could palpate his putz tightly wrapped by her young pussy inching profoundly. May 's consistency was still convulsing. He pulled back a little then pressed on. He was gon na cover her right wing there then take her to see her mother.

Suddenly nurse appeared at the door,"Mister Bo. You be late. Breakfast is on the table. No time. No time."Bo looked at the clock,"Shit ! Sorry mum. It 'll have to wait. Business before pleasure."He pulled away from her jerk body. Her vestal pussy lips were stretched and burning. Her body was still cumming even with pappy 's dick gone. She put both her hands down there and rubbed. Bo watched her as he grabbed his clothes,"Come on mommy. We got matter to do. I promise we 'll fetch up later."

Bo, May and a few boxful of supplying arrived at the worker 's hutch with the sun senior high in the sky. The two men came out as usual to receive them. One of them carried a stonemason jar. Bo looked at the jar in the man 's hand. He loved bootleg. That 's why he named his daughter mason. For the jar that held that odorous liquid."limited savour for you, Mister Bo."he said and handed it over. Bo held the jar up like fine wine. May stood next to him,"What is it Pappy ?"

"Oh infant, it 's the unfermented affair next to you."then he opened the jar and took a sip. His man was right, this is serious. He took another sip. He felt calorie-free and happy. Then he saw Cat in her alright apparel, strip and unused as always. Cat walked right up to him and took his hand. She smiled and pulled at him,"ejaculate, dearest. Your place has been set."Bo took another sip, his smiling now permanently affixed to his face. He followed without another sentiment. Cat looked at his grin as she urged him along and thought to herself, 'Not for long lamb married man .'

Bo woke with a start. His head word hurt bad and he could n't move his physical structure. He lifted his head and saw Cat, May and one of the workers by the house in the good afternoon luminance."What's.. going ... on ?"he slurred. His eyes spun for a moment and he blinked them. As the picture became clear he saw his petty mummy of the sign, Mason kneeling before one of the workers. His big black shaft was sticking straight out. Bo was stunned. Freemason 's white peel was a double-dyed dividing line to the black man.

May was rubbing and kissing the man 's dick. Pappy was not happy but he still could n't move. He looked around to find he was buck naked and tied up straddling a big log. His face went red, his anger fumed, but he was trapped. He turned to his married woman and nipper,"What 's going on here ? Why am I trussed up like a vacation Meleagris gallopavo ?"Cat looked at him and smiled while his daughter began sucking the black man 's dick."Why, I 'm just returning the favor. You were kind enough to help out these fine gentlemen. So, we 're giving them more of what you gave them in the first of all place."Bo was confused.

"May is just demonstrating the new experiences you forced on your daughter. She says there 's more that we have n't seen yet. Not only did you give your wife to workmen to be used as their tart, you performed incestuous Acts with your untested girl. This is starting to look bad for you dear husband. Peddling corn liquor, pimping, infidelity, incest, and more."Cat shook her finger. Then she looked past times Bo and waved her hired hand,"But I think you have a bigger problem to look at with at the moment."

"No ! What is this ! Get me loose this instant."Bo shook against his constraint but they would not impart. Then the other black man appeared from behind him with a knife. He approached Bo and reached down for the Mexican valium tied to his wrist."rushing up you insolent bastard ! Cut me loose this heartbeat ! What are you waiting for ?"The man tested the rope. It was still cockeyed. He stuck the knife in the log right next to Bo 's face. Bo started and stared at the shining blade. Then Cat walked up to her husband waving the box of condoms,"We do n't want to leave you out of all the fun."Then she signaled both black men,"They wo n't need these."With that she threw the box of prophylactic onto the ground by Bo 's hand.

While his wife and daughter labour away to cede the years load of moonlight, Bo received his just sweet as the two men raped him over and over. Cat made the delivery then stopped by the role of a familiar member of the townsfolk 's powerful elite. It only took an minute at the lawyer 's office to modify Bo 's life-time forever. His deck of cards folded under him much like his masculinity at the hand of the Stillers. Cat took over the phratry land and all its patronage relations. She reorganized management and made spouse of all the extremity of the household and businesses. The estate turned around and was quickly profitable. Now Callaway 's produces some of serious Southern Bourbon Whiskey around and they have an exit in the Pacific nor'-west. It 's a family business.

Seems like a Southern tail is more than it 's cracked up to be .