Ron stood holding his trembling mother and crying sister as he watched the paramedics take his ass-hole father away. Sheriff Tyson turned around with a look of sorrow on his face. "Ron, don't worry about any charges being filed against you for this. You were well within your rights to act as you did. I'll take care of the paperwork, and talk to the DA. You just take care of your ladies; they're your responsibility now, son."
Ron tried to give a brave smile to the Sheriff. "I appreciate that Sheriff. I'll do my best."
"If ya need anything son, even if ya just need to talk, feel free to call." He glanced at the women huddled up to Ron. "I think we'll soon have a lot in common, and please, call me John," the Sheriff said. "Good night."
"Thank you John, good night," Ron replied, puzzled by his comments, as he watched the tired man walk away.
Ron gave his girls a squeeze and released them to try to put the door back in its frame. When he noticed both women just standing there, watching him, he tried again to smile for them. "Mom, why don't you make us a pot of coffee, while I help Beth back to bed? We can talk some while I put this door back up, Okay?"
While Ron guided his little sister back to her bedroom, he didn't notice how his mother all but ran to the kitchen, nor did he notice the very erect nipples clearly visible under her thin night shirt.
Beth was wrapped in a blanket, because her nightgown had been torn off her young body and the police had taken it as evidence. She'd been asleep when her drunk, and pissed off father, Carl, came into her room. Since he had yet to get home when she went to bed, she'd forgotten to lock her door as she normally did to keep him out.
He was always pawing her, and grabbing her breasts and ass whenever she got too close to him. Usually, he would just sit on the couch, drink beer, and bitch about everything. But lately he had been loudly proclaiming that he was going to take that sweet ass of hers, since he wasn't her father anyway. (When drunk, he would accuse their mother, Jill, of cheating on him, and claimed neither of the children was his.)
Tonight he had decided to take what he thought was his. Unknown to the drunk man, his eldest, Ron, wasn't staying with a friend in town as had been planned. When Ron had heard Beth's scream, he immediately came running.
He pulled the larger man out of his sister's bedroom, which only enraged their father more. Carl immediately took a swing at Ron and yelled loudly how he was going to kill the little fucker for getting in his way.
Ron, thinking quickly, dodged the poorly thrown punch, but managed to taunt his father into concentrating on him.
His ploy worked a little too well. Ron wanted to get Carl to follow him out to the living room, then out the front door, away from his little sister and mother. Carl, seeing his quarry trying to get away, grabbed his rifle and a box of shells off the gun rack in the living room. While Carl was loading the gun, Ron told his mother to call the police.
She had been standing in the hallway watching the whole scene in horror. However, when Ron's voice reached her, something in her mind registered his command and she immediately complied.
Jill was naturally very submissive. She'd always wanted a strong man to take her, and own her. When she met Carl, he was a senior in high school; she was young and still pretty naive. She didn't know a lot about life, but she knew that she got weak in the knees around her father, who had a very dominant, but loving, personality.
Carl swept her off her feet with his forceful personality, and his (at the time) good looks, and before he graduated, she was pregnant with Ron. Shortly after Ron was born, she found out that Carl not only cheated on her, and drank like a fish, but he was also very abusive.
She was a young, inexperienced mother, who was scared that he would chase her down if she tried to get away, but more importantly, that he would get custody of their son. There were also aspects of the way he treated her that she really did enjoy, even though she no longer cared for him at all. Deep down she was afraid that once the courts found that out, she would lose her son forever.
Their second child, Beth, was not a child of love. Beth was a product of rape. Carl had come home drunk one night and beat his young wife severely, then raped her repeatedly in the ass and vagina while he continued to hit her. Carl took her into the emergency room the next morning claiming she had been raped. The look he gave her guaranteed she'd back his story. A month later, he beat her again for getting pregnant. The beatings got worse when he decided that she had been cheating and the baby wasn't his.
Life became a quiet hell for her after that. She thought she was somewhat successful keeping the children in the dark about what was really going on. It got to be a nightly ritual of a beating and ass-rape after the kids had gone to bed. He told her he didn't want anymore brats so he was staying away from her nasty cunt, even though she was on birth control.
Now, for the last year, he'd been making eyes at their young daughter. Often he was so drunk that he thought Jill was Beth as he held her down to the bed, and forced his cock into her. After he'd finished, he would stumble back out to the couch to drink more beer and pass out there.
Jill tried to comfort her daughter, and bought a lock for her door, which Ron installed for her. Ron and Beth had become aware of what Carl had been doing to their mother, though they still didn't actually witness most of it.
Tonight Jill met the man she thought she'd married. To her it didn't matter that she'd given birth to him. He was the man that could own her, love and protect her. As she looked at her son with new eyes, she felt her knees get weak and her heart pounding. For the first time in sixteen years, she felt her abused pussy getting very wet. Would he see the gift she wanted to give him? Would he, could he be man enough to take it? She almost had an orgasm when he told her to make coffee.
Ron helped Beth to her room, and was about to help her lie down on her bed. She dropped the blanket, and turned to face him. "Ron, I know you're my brother, and there's a lot going on here you don't know about yet. But what you did for me tonight..." She sighed. "I ... I've wanted you for a long time, but after tonight, I need you. I know it's a horrible cliché, but I simply don't want anyone else. I never have. My heart and my body belong to you. I love you, Ron."
While she'd been talking, she put her arms around him, and pulled her nude body against his clothed one. She stood on her tip-toes to reach his lips but kissed him ever so lightly.
The sight of her nubile, young, nude body made his sixteen-year-old cock throb in his pants. His baby sister was one of the hottest girls in school, and he'd tried to sneak peeks at her often. She was also a frequent star in his masturbation fantasies; but then again, so was his mother. However, when he fantasized about Jill, it was different; she was his slave, and did everything he told her to do. When they made love, it was a warm, tender affair, gentle and soft. He knew he was in love with her, and it tore his heart out every night that bastard abused her. He'd begged her to divorce him, but she would just smile sadly and shake her head. Well, tonight was far past enough. He wasn't about to ask her to dump his ass, he was going out there and tell her he loved her, and tell her to divorce that fat pig.
Right at the moment though, he had his arms around his soft, warm, and nude, little sister; who was gently rubbing her belly on the straining bulge in his pants. He realized with a start that she was also gently rubbing her wet pussy on his jean covered leg.
Ron kissed her back, and gently squeezed her firm butt cheeks while she opened her mouth to him. He began to French kiss the girl, but stopped. "Oh, god! Beth, I love you too, but we can't do this tonight."
"What? Why not?" She asked, a little hurt.
"Sweetheart, we're all emotionally overloaded. Tonight was ... really ... just, please, gimme one day, okay? I've got to get my head straight before we do this, please?" Ron asked.
She looked up at him in wonder. "You want to make sure it's not just my emotions causing this, right?"
"Something like that, yeah." Ron answered, trying to calm himself down.
"I understand, and I can wait another night; but I gotta warn you, Mom's not going to let you off that easy. I saw the way she was looking at you. Ron, she needs you maybe more than I do. I don't mind sharing you with her, so please, don't make her sleep alone tonight."
"What do you mean? What's wrong with her?" Ron asked concerned.
Beth looked up at her brother like he was slow. "You know damn good and well what's wrong with her. That fat fucker has damaged her badly. She has no self worth, no self esteem, and worst of all she's never known love. But she's hoping she'll get to see it soon. Be forceful with her, but gentle and loving too. She needs your love, and she needs a Master."
"A what?" Ron asked, his cock now a bar of steel in his pants. Did the whole planet just take a spin through his fantasies?
"A Master. I'm not as submissive as she is, but try to keep in mind, she will take your every request as an order, and every order you give her will make her wet; especially if you praise her for it. I'll help you move into her room tomorrow, but I will want to be with you tomorrow night. You should be getting back out to her soon."
"I'm really confused about all of this," Ron said.
"Starting right now, treat her as your love slave and don't ever stop. What's to be confused about?" Beth asked.
"Okay, but I want a better explanation tomorrow; my mind is still too wound up from getting rid of fuck-head," Ron said.
Beth smiled. "Yes Master. May I have a kiss good-night?"
Grinning Ron bent down and picked her up. Her legs went around his waist and her dripping pussy was right against his very hard cock. He put one hand under her ass to support her, but playfully pressed one finger against her puckered rear hole. She moaned at the sudden, multiple sensations. "Oh god, Ron! If you don't fuck me soon, I'll rape you!"
He pressed his lips to hers while he slowly moved her up and down against his shaft. After a few seconds of her whining from the slow dry humping he was giving her, Ron broke the kiss. "Go to sleep slave, and make sure that pussy is shaved for me in the morning."
Beth was panting in major need. In a serious voice she said, "Yes Master," and pulled his lips back to her own.
Ron moved his other hand down to help support her weight, and moved the finger he had pressed against her anus to her small, virgin pussy. He gently poked her hole and got his finger covered in her honey. He moved his finger back to her asshole, and was surprised by how easily it popped in. Beth moaned loudly and rocked her hips to fuck his finger with her ass.
He began finger fucking her while the kiss kept going. Her breathing was ragged, and she was shaking while he fucked her. As he worked his whole finger deep into her ass, she screamed into his mouth and shook as she came. They broke the kiss, and she laid her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Master. I should be able to sleep better now."
With another tender kiss he placed her on her bed, and covered her with her blanket. Gently he kissed the young woman on the forehead, "I love you, Princess."
"I love you, Master. Do that to mother and she'll be yours for ever. Better yet, show her your true feelings for her. But remember to be her Master."
Ron kissed her again, stood up and left her room, closing her door behind him. He detoured to the bathroom to wash his hands before heading out to talk to his mother.
When he got out to what was left of the living room, he saw that Jill had already cleaned up most of the broken furniture, and empty beer cans. Ron smiled as he saw her sitting meekly on the end of the couch.
Jill was a physically small woman, but in Ron's eyes she was also still very beautiful. At twenty-nine, she stood four feet, ten inches tall and couldn't have weighed over a hundred pounds. At the moment her light brown hair was messed up, and it was obvious she'd been crying. The thin nightshirt she wore failed to hide her sexy curves and large breasts. It was then Ron noticed her nipples standing proud on her breasts, and the look of desperate hope in her sea-green eyes. At that moment, Ron thought she was the most beautiful woman on Earth.
He took a deep breath, and walked up to her. She stood, nervously as he approached her, but before she could say anything, Ron took her in his arms, pressed his lips to hers and began a passionate kiss full of love, respect, and admiration for her. It was more than she was ready for, but she heard everything he told her. She placed her arms around his neck as he bent and gently lifted her light body in his arms, never breaking their kiss. He carried her to his room, and sat on his bed with her on his lap; there he finally broke the loving kiss. "Jill, my love, you have a new Master and he wants to show you how much he loves you."
Her eyes shown brightly in the dim light of his room as tears of joy and love filled her eyes. Very quietly she said, "Yes Master."
Ron held the wonderful creature to his chest for a few minutes before he lifted her, turned slightly, and gently sat her down on his bed. "I need to go fix the door. Take the nightshirt off, and get in bed, please." Ron phrased the question so it sounded like an order, and her breathing deepened. He could smell her arousal and it almost made him drunk with lust, but he controlled himself. He kissed her again, rose, and left the room.
He fixed up the door as much as he could for the night, then went to the kitchen to shut off the coffee he had asked Jill to make, before heading back to his room.
When he got back, Jill was waiting for him under the covers, just like he'd asked. Once again he was filled with desire for her, and overwhelmed by the love he felt for the woman. While he still had his clothes on, he sat next to her prone body on the bed. "Jill, before we go any further, I need to know that this is your choice. I'm young, and not very experienced at being a Master. I will do my best to be a good and loving Master for you, but this first decision is one you have to make on your own; I cannot make this one for you. I should also warn you that there is a very good possibility that Beth will be joining us. Do you agree to become my sex slave, lover, and for all intents and purposes, my wife? Are you willing to give me up as your son so I may be your lover, and Master?"
Happy tears ran down her face as she saw the genuine love, and respect in his eyes. She pulled her legs up, and climbed out of his bed, nude in front of him for the first time. She put her fingers to his lips when was about to speak again. She undid the buttons on his jeans and he lifted his butt so she could pull those off too. Then she removed the socks he had been wearing before all this shit started. She looked back up to his face, and she was glowing with happiness.
As he was once again about to ask her, she kissed him tenderly. "Master, I think you know my answer to that. For me, there is no other option. I feel that you are the Man I've waited for all my life." She pulled down his underwear, and gasped. At sixteen, Ron had the largest cock she had ever seen! (Well, it was only the second cock she had ever seen also.)
Ron's penis was diamond hard, eight inches long, and almost four inches around. 'Where did he get this wonderful tool?' Jill wondered. 'He certainly didn't get it from his father's family; Carl's little dick is only about five inches, and as big around as his finger.'
Kneeling between his knees, she gently grasped his hard shaft and slowly stroked him. "Beth is a very beautiful girl. She will make you a loving wife."
"Jill, that's not exactly what I meant; what I meant to say was that she will be joining both of us. Does the thought of being with another woman, sexually, bother you?" Ron asked caressing her soft cheek.
"I've always been attracted to other women, but never said anything. I was afraid if Carl ever found out he would make me fuck one of the skanky bitches he was always screwing. However, I will do whatever you tell me to do, Master," Jill replied. She looked up at him with total love and trust in her eyes.
"My beautiful, little slave, I was asking how you felt about being with another woman; making love to, and with, another woman? I don't want to do that with you if you're not going to enjoy it. You have a wonderful smile, and I want to see it more often,"
Jill closed her eyes, and more tears fell down her face. She felt something in her mind change and she knew she had been right; Ron was her Master. He would be her Master until the day she died. Very quietly she said, "I love you so much, Master." When she opened her eyes, she again looked at him. "I think I would like to make love with Beth." She leaned forward and very softly kissed the very end of his shaft. He moaned. "Oh god! Suck me, Jill! Swallow your new Master's cock!"
With the words barely out of his mouth, she leaned all the way forward and took his whole cock into her mouth and down her throat. With her nose and lips pressed against the base of his cock, she stuck her tongue out and licked his balls. Ron groaned and almost shot his load on the spot.
He'd gotten many blowjobs from his girlfriend, Kayla, even a couple from his best friend Paul, who was gay, but neither of them could take all of his cock like Jill just did, and to lick his balls too?
He instinctively put his hand on the back of her head to hold her there, and she moaned with desire. She backed off a bit so she could breath, and suck him properly, but she wanted him to use her mouth to get off, she wanted him to fuck her face. Then, like he had read her mind, he put his other hand on her head and started stroking into her mouth. She groaned as a small orgasm rolled through her.
As Jill began to slowly suck his cock, Ron remembered what his sister had told him. Jill was submissive, and enjoyed a forceful hand. He knew he had done the right thing when he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth; she groaned loudly and shivered.
Her groan didn't help his control any, and the excitement he felt at claiming his mother, was just too much; he felt his balls draw up and start to tingle. "Oh, yeah, I'm cum ... oh god that's so ... Cumming!"
Jill hummed her approval because he was holding her so he came in her mouth. She loved the feeling of helplessness and after the first shot of cum, she loved that too. She used one hand to jack him off into her mouth, as she swallowed his load. After he came, he continued to fuck her mouth, but it was slower, now.
Ron pulled her off of his cock, and she gave a little moan of loss. He picked her up and had her lie on the bed on her back as he got between her slender legs. She almost came again as she realized that he was going to lick her. No one had ever done that to her!
As Ron lowered his face to his mother's hairy crotch, he glanced up at her. "I told Beth to have her pussy shaved for me by tomorrow morning. Ask her to help you shave yours as well. I love to eat pussy, but I'm not crazy about all the hair. I think you'll like it too, Kayla said it felt a lot better after I convinced her to shave."
Jill was panting heavily, but nodded her head. "Yes Master. Do you want me to go now?"
"No, my beautiful, wonderful, slave girl. We are both too excited right now, we could hurt you, and that is something I don't ever want to happen again."
"Yes Master. But could you..." She went silent and bit her bottom lip.
"Please, finish what you were about to say, Jill. I want to know what you like in bed," Ron said.
"Well Master, do you think that, maybe from time to time, you could ... uh, spank me? Hard?" Jill asked, blushing.
She was so aroused that her thick pussy hair was matted to her lips and her juice had covered her thighs. Ron kissed the largish bump that should be where her clit would be; under all the hair.
"Does that excite you?" Ron asked casually.
"Yes Master. I hated when Carl touched me, but if he spanked my butt hard enough, I'd almost cum. I couldn't help it." She tried to hide her face in shame.
"Jill, that's nothing to be ashamed about. You couldn't help it, but he'll never touch you again, because you're mine now," Ron said and used his fingers to part the thick hair over her pussy. He licked her from asshole to clit and she cried out and came, calling his name. She was drenched in her juices, and Ron really hated that the hair was keeping him from getting to her clit. It was so thick!
Jill was coming constantly from all the new feelings Ron was giving her. She felt him slowly fucking her with his tongue, but when he moved up and began flicking her clit, she lost it and had the biggest orgasm she'd ever felt.
Ron couldn't believe how responsive she was to his touch. She felt like she was in a constant, low-level orgasm the whole time he was tongue-fucking her. She had a tight pussy too, he wondered if he was going to be able to fit inside her if she felt this tight with just his tongue. He moved slowly up to her clit, and after trying to suck it into his mouth, and failing, he just flicked it with his tongue.
He was surprised, as she arched her back up off the bed, and again cried out his name and screamed how much she loved him. 'Wow, ' he thought to himself, 'you'd think she'd never been eaten out before.' Ron took pity on her and moved up to hold her until she could calm back down.
After a few minutes, Jill snuggled into his chest. "That was wonderful Master. I've never felt that before."
"You mean no one has ever licked your pussy before?" Ron asked surprised.
"No Master. Carl never did that, and I've only been with him," She replied with a purr. "I'm starting to think I've never actually been with a man before."
Ron kissed her forehead, and cuddled her close. He held her for a few minutes, before he pulled her on top of him. She looked a little confused and scared. "You're really small down there, sweetheart. So for our first time, you should be on top. If it starts to hurt you, stop for a bit, okay?"
"Uh, Master? I don't know..." She blushed, not wanting to admit she had no idea what to do.
Ron smiled, she really was like a virgin, Carl must have really lacked imagination. "It's okay, my love. I'll help you; please don't ever feel embarrassed to tell me you don't know how to do something. Everyone has a first time, and this is the best way to learn. Please, just relax – or better yet; just imagine you're sixteen again, I'm your first love, and this is our first time."
"Master, you are my first love, and this is our first time," Jill said shyly.
Ron smiled at the small woman. "Carl was your husband, Jill, and you're a bit older than sixteen, but you certainly don't look older than sixteen."
Jill blushed at his compliment. "Master, Carl may have been my husband, but I never felt like this with him. I ... I'm in love with you. When I was young, I thought I was in love with him, but it was nothing like this."
Ron pulled her down to him and kissed her tenderly. She moaned and seemed to melt against him. Ron felt his heart melt too; she surrendered completely to him. Tentatively, she reached between them without breaking the kiss, and lifted his hard shaft into alignment with her wet pussy.
Ron felt her put him in position, so he helped by pushing her down, forcing his hard shaft to part her tight vaginal lips, and enter her pussy.
Ron had very little trouble imagining Jill to be a sixteen year old virgin, she sure as hell felt like one. They only managed to get the head of his cock seated in her, both of them had to push hard to get more. Jill was shaking and trying hard not to clamp down on him, but it was almost impossible since the feelings he was generating in her kept her over-stretched pussy in a state of constant orgasm. When they finally got all of his cock worked into her, and with his cockhead pressed into her cervix, they paused to let her calm down and get used to his size.
"My god, Master, you're huge. I feel like I'm trying to give birth again," Jill panted out.
"You might be, in nine or so months. Unless you're on birth control, I could get you pregnant tonight," Ron said softly in her ear.
Jill moaned and shuddered some more. "I would love to have your children, Master, but I'm on birth-control; I didn't want Carl to get me pregnant again."
Ron could understand that. He was ashamed of who his father was too. "Well, I do want children, my love, but I think we should wait until we get a little more stable."
"As you wish, Master. There are a few secrets I need to tell you about, but I'm having a bit of difficulty thinking about it right now." Jill rocked her pelvis and stroked his cock; moaning loudly as she did.
Ron thought he heard something outside his window that sounded like an echo of Jill's moan. Jill was getting into a strong rhythm and Ron quickly forgot about any strange noises. Jill felt so good on his shaft, she was tighter than Kayla and he was embarrassed to admit he felt a special connection with his mother turned love slave; Jill.
They made love for a few more minutes before Ron dumped a huge load deep in her pussy. Ron held the trembling woman as she recovered from the intense orgasms she'd had.
Ron thought perhaps she'd fallen asleep since she was so still while lying on his chest. He was about to pull the covers over them and shut off the desk lamp when she stirred.
"Master, would it please you to cum in this slave's ass, too?" Jill asked.
"Jill, honey, it would make me happier than you can know to cum in your ass tonight as well, but it is getting late, and I thought that last batch of orgasms was going to kill you. Are you sure you want me to do that?"
"Yes Master, I do, I will be completely yours then. Which is something I want very much," Ron was a little confused by exactly what she meant, and he once again heard a noise outside his window, but this time he thought it was just the wind.
Once he stopped to think about it, Kayla had either sucked him, or fucked him, (never in her ass) but never had she done both on the same night.
Jill distracted his thoughts by moving down his body and taking his wet cock into her mouth once again. She really seemed to enjoy licking him clean, before sucking his hardening shaft into her mouth.
Even after dumping two loads in her, Jill was still a talented and enthusiastic cock sucker. She had him harder than the home work in his quantum mechanics class in high school. While she was sucking him, he noticed that she stuck a finger in her pussy, and was liberally coating her asshole with the slimy juices she found there. She repeated the process many times, using her tiny finger to push the slippery goo into her ass as well. She was panting by the time she pulled off his hard cock and looked up at him. "I'm ready, Master."
Jill got off of him, waited for him to get out of bed, and got on her hands and knees. He caressed her back and knelt behind her, his cock looking impossibly huge next to her tiny, child-like ass. "Jill, are you sure about this? It looks like I'll rip you open if I try to put my cock in there."
"Master, I had no problem taking Carl there, but you're a lot bigger than he is. My ass is yours to take and use as you wish, Master. I would never deny it to you." Her voice made it very clear that she really wanted him in there as well.
"Jill, I want you to promise me, that if this hurts very bad, I want you to stop me. I do not want to rip you open internally. Do you understand me?" Ron said.
"Yes Master. I will do as you instruct," Jill replied submissively, but was filled with joy that her Master cared for her so much he didn't want to hurt her.
Ron grabbed the bottle of baby oil he kept in his room for the occasional jack-off session, or in case Paul came over. He poured a liberal amount on his cock and stroked it a few times to spread the oil before pressing the tip of his cock to her puckered hole.
Her ass opened for him smoothly and his cock head slipped right in, but that's where he stopped. Jill again moaned loudly and pushed back on him hard, forcing a couple more inches into her tightly stretched rectum. "Oh gods MASTER! Please! Please shove it all the way in me! I need you so badly!" She fought against him violently to force his entire shaft in her, but he held her off, and only allowed a little at a time to slide into her. She was so incredibly tight that he really was afraid he was damaging her inside.
Sweat had broken out all over her body, and she was shaking violently as he pushed his throbbing shaft completely inside her. As her ass pressed against his hips he felt a rush of energy flow over his body, and build in his cock. The energy was intoxicating, and he started stoking into her ass without his earlier worry of damaging her. Before he was aware of it, he was hammering into her ass, and she was screaming in orgasm at the top of her voice. Finally after only a few minutes of slamming her ass, he felt his nuts draw up signaling his own orgasm.
He stopped hammering her ass as he pumped come into her, but with each squirt he pulled her tightly against his shaft; making sure each rope was as deep as it could possibly get. When he'd finished, Jill was unconscious, and he was weak and light headed. He pulled himself gently out of her ass, careful to look for blood. When he didn't see any, he sighed in relief. He tenderly moved his small lover back onto the bed, so she was lying comfortably, and almost fell in beside her. She was very beautiful and she looked so young and fragile at the moment. He didn't look at her too closely though as he heard his door open quietly behind him. When he looked he saw his little sister, nude and with a freshly shaved pussy carrying two warm wash cloths.
As she gently cleaned his soft cock, he studied her face. It looked like she'd been crying. He caressed her hair. "Beth my love, why have you been crying?"
"Master, I hope that tomorrow, when you take me like this, that it's as beautiful as this was for her," Beth replied and started to work on her mother.
"What do you mean? I tried to make it loving and tender, but that last was primal. I don't know what came over me, but I could have easily killed her doing her that hard. She isn't very big back there."
"Master, if you cum in a woman's mouth and vagina first, you will never have to worry about ripping them. The magic won't allow it," Beth replied, matter-of-factly.