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Uncle Jack Takes Charge
by Journey
Cast of characters:
Uncle Jack: Strong, hairy dominant man, 40
Dad, (Chris): Wimpy Father and Husband, 36
Mom, (Betty): Submissive, but stronger then Chris, 30
Myself, (Billy): Young Innocent boy, 9
Sister, (Renee): As innocent as me, 7.
Chapter 1:
It all started when I was 9. I saw my Uncle Jack's truck pull into
our driveway, through the living room window. It barely fit, being a
big rig and all. I ran outside, my sister close behind. I was all
excited. "Hi, Uncle Jack." He stepped out of the truck. "Hi Billy, Hi
Renee," He said in his husky voice. You have to see my Uncle Jack to
believe him, he is the very definition of the word macho. He's 6' 2,"
weighs just under 200 lbs. and is extremely hairy and strong. His
hair is dark which contrasted incredibly with the white T-shirt he
was wearing. I ran in very excited to tell my mom that Uncle Jack was
here, but just as I got to her the doorbell rang. She went to the
door immediately and was surprised to see her sisters' husband at the
front door. What was he doing coming by at ten in the morning knowing
good and well that her husband Chris was at work? "Hi Betty," he said
in a gruff voice. "Hi Jack," she said in a shaky, yet excited
voice. "Aren't you suppose to be delivering something on your truck,"
she hinted. I have never seen her so excited, or scared for that
matter. "I dropped off my shipment at 9:00 this morning and was in
the neighborhood," he said in his friendly, masculine voice. "Well,
Chris isn't home, maybe you should come by later," and she went to
shut the door, but his arm easily stopped it from closing. He gave a
little push and it was even more open then it had been at
first. "Now, that's no way to talk to your brother-in-law," he said
in a stern voice. She tried to shut the door again, but was no match
against his strength.
"Aren't you going to invite me in Betty," he said more as a fact then
a question. "I think you have behaved very rudely to me."
"I'm sorry," she said, "I just am not used to men coming by when my
husbands at work. Umm, come in," she said with some serious
hesitation. "Thank you," he said in a cocky manner and proceeded to
come in and sit on the couch. "Why don't you get me a drink" he said,
starting on what he had been planning all along, to take charge of
this family. He had always noticed that when he visited in the past
both Betty and Chris would wait on him hand and foot. He found it
amusing. Then he got the idea to see how far he could take it. Could
he actually take over Chris' family. He would soon find out. "What
would you like?," she asked. His plan was already working. She was as
eager to please as ever. "I would like a beer, and why don't you make
me a sandwich while you're at it." "Well, there's only one beer left
and Chris asked me to save it for him for tonight." "So, I said I
wanted a beer and I think you better get it for me," he said,
enjoying dominating her thoroughly. She went to the kitchen and
started making his sandwich and getting his beer. My sister and me
had never seen our Uncle Jack this forceful, before. Sure, we saw our
parents treat him like a king when he came to visit. But this was
something unusual. "Hey you two," he called out to my sister, Renee
and me. "Why don't you come over and sit by me. Billy on this side
and Renee you can sit on the other side" We did as he said. We sure
did love our Uncle Jack, even though he was acting kind of forceful
right now. He started tickling us and we both soon were giggling and
laughing and had forgotten all about the way he was talking to our
mother. I was totally enamored with him. His hairy arms were brushing
against my smooth skin, and I have to confess that it felt good. Mom
came back in with the sandwich and beer. She was taken back a little
when she saw him tickling us. She always had a secret fear that Uncle
Jack was not a big discriminator on who he played with. Actually, he
just liked to dominate and what better way to dominate the parents
then to have complete control over their kids.
"Thank you Betty. That looks real good." My sister and me continued
to laugh and to us Uncle Jack was the greatest man on earth.
"Sure is a hot day," he said and with that he pulled off his T-shirt
exposing the hairiest chest I have ever seen. Everyone's eyes popped
out of their heads, but no one said anything. "You don't mind if I
take my shirt off, do you Betty?," knowing good and well that she
didn't. He had a really nice body and everyone let him know he did.
His ego was huge, but with a body like his, he had every right to his
ego. Then came the shocker that really changed our live
forever. "Betty, I bet you're hot too," he said matter-of-
factly. "Why don't you take off that blouse?" "What," she
screamed, "How dare you, Get Out!, Just wait till my sister hears
about this." He got up from the couch very abruptly and pinned Betty
against the wall. "You two stay where you're seated, you need to
learn whose boss here." She tried to struggle, which just exhilarated
him more. "Now, Betty. One, I'm not leaving until I want to, if I
want to. Two, you will not tell my wife a thing, unless I tell you
too. Do you understand?" Betty gave a strong push and tried to free
herself. To amuse himself, he let her think she could escape and
lessened his strong grip. She escaped, only to be pinned to the
floor. He then, let her scoot around the floor. He was enjoying the
ride. She kept trying to escape but could only manage to scoot. My
sister and me ran to the living room floor, "Uncle Jack, please get
off. Please get off, Uncle Jack." "I told you two to sit on the
couch," and he gave us both a spanking and we both sat back on the
couch. Betty scooted out of the living room into the dining room and
collapsed of exhaustion in the hall, with the weight of Uncle Jack on
top of her. She was sobbing and Uncle Jack knew that she was
defeated. "Now, Are you ready to try it again?" "OK.," she
sobbed. "From now on you say 'Yes Sir', do you understand?" "Yes
Sir." "Very good, now lets go back in the living room and you take
off your blouse. Got it?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Now move it.," he
commanded. This was too easy. "Chris will be home at six,
right?" "Yes Sir."
"Get moving," she reluctantly got herself up off the floor and made
her way to the living room. "Billy, go around the house and shut all
the drapes." "O-k, Uncle Jack," Billy said, in a shaky voice. "Please
don't hurt mommy."
"I won't Billy. You're mom and me are just playing." "Really, Uncle
Jack." "Yes, Really Billy. Where playing Uncle Jack says. When Uncle
Jack says to do something your mom, or you, or your sister have to do
it. You see." "Oh, OK. We are just playing a game." "Right! And your
dad's going to play it with us, when he gets home too." Betty just
stood there sobbing. "Betty, why don't you stop crying, Uncle Jack
says so." She knew she had to stop, if she didn't he would just make
her more miserable. She fought back the tears and managed to stop
crying. "Why was mommy crying, Uncle Jack?," Renee asked. "Because
when we were in the hall, I said, Uncle Jack says to cry. And she
said 'Yes Sir" because that's what your mom and dad have to call me
in this game, like you and Billy have to call me Uncle Jack. She did
a great job, didn't she." "Yes she did, umm, Uncle Jack. I almost
forgot." "Well, I'm glad you remembered or I would have to spank your
bottom." Renee giggled. "Take off your blouse, Betty. Uncle Jack says
too." "Yes Sir," Betty said with contempt in her voice. She started
unbuttoning her blouse to expose her bra. The kids started to
giggle. "Hey you two, I think it's only fair that you two have to
take off your shirts too. So we all are shirtless. "Yes Sir, Uncle
Jack," my sister and I said in unison, getting into the game. "Now
Betty lets go into the bedroom, Chris will be home soon. And I want
to get you prepped. You two can play games or something. Your mom and
me are going to play a secret game. And he led Betty toward the
bedroom with her arms behind her back in his strong, hairy arms. When
they got into the bedroom, he shut the door. "Don't worry about your
kids Betty, they're putty in my hands. They'll do whatever I tell
them too. "Lay down on the bed and relax. Billy!," he shouted. "Yes
Sir, Uncle Jack." Billy came running to the door and started to open
it. "Rule one Billy, knock before you enter. Now shut the door and
knock"
"Yes Sir, Uncle Jack." Billy knocked. "You may come in. I'm going to
punish you for not knocking before entering but even more so, for not
shutting these drapes. I told you to shut all the drapes in the
house. Now shut these drapes and go sit in the chair"
There was a chair across from the bed. Billy shut the drapes and sat
in the chair. "When I'm through punishing you, you will go through
the house and make sure that all the drapes are shut. "Yes Sir,"
Billy whimpered. "That's my boy. Now, stand up and put your nose in
the corner, until I say otherwise. And make sure to keep quiet" "Yes
Sir, Uncle Jack." And Billy began to stand in the corner. "Don't you
know how to rear up your boy," Uncle Jack said to Betty. "Looks like
you need someone to take over and rear him right. Maybe I should be
the one raising your kids. Maybe I should go and legally adopt them
and take them from you. You sure are not going to stop me, and that
wimpy husband of yours won't stop me. Yea, I just might do that."
Betty started to cry. "Now turn over and put your face into the
pillow." "Yes Sir," Betty did as instructed. "I think you need some
discipline, maybe this will help you to discipline your kids better."
And he took off his belt and began to whip Betty's ass. He pulled up
her dress and whipped her some more. Then when he felt like the
underwear was in the way he pulled it down enough to get a good view
of her nice ass. Then he finished off whipping her. She was
whimpering in her pillow. "Now you stay like that and don't move.
You're head in your pillow is just where you belong. If I find you in
a different position at all, you will be severely punished. And no
talking." And he left my mom and me in our humiliating positions. Me
with my nose against the corner, and her with her head buried in her
pillow. He left us like that for about half an hour, all I could hear
was my sister giggling, so I'm not really sure what happened. He came
back in and told me to go and check that the drapes were shut in the
house and then go out to the living room, my mom moaned. He grabbed
the belt that he had sat on the dresser and gave her a very strong
smack on her ass. "I told you to be quiet," he yelled.
When I had made absolutely sure that I had shut all the drapes I went
to the living room. My sister was on his right knee. "Billy, come sit
on my other knee." "Ok, Uncle Jack," I said, a little shaken up. But
somehow, excited and still enamored with him.
Uncle Jack just has a knack of making you feel that whatever he does
is all right. Like when I was in the corner, I felt humiliated but at
the same time, I felt like that was where I belonged because Uncle
Jack said I belonged there. It was a very secure feeling knowing
someone is watching over you. I got up on his lap. And he started to
tickle my sister and me. We were both laughing. And before we knew it
we were laughing hysterically and again had forgotten, the way he had
dominated our mother. Betty was in the other room and could hear the
kids laughing and could only imagine what was happening. But she was
too afraid to move. So, she just lay helpless, as instructed. Uncle
Jack's hairy arm was again making me feel good as it was running all
over my chest and back, tickling me all over the place. This was the
first time that I can remember ever having an erection. I couldn't
see to help it. He just kept tickling me and it felt so good. He
noticed and looked at me quizzically. "What's got you all excited,
Billy." "Um, um," it was so embarrassing. "Well" "Uncle Jack, I'm
embarrassed. Do I have to tell you." "Yes, Billy. I think it will be
good for you to tell me what is exciting you." "It's your, um,
um," "Spit it out" "Your arms, Sir" "My arms," and he began to laugh.
But it wasn't the first time someone had complimented them. They were
so strong and burly. "What about my arms" "The hair, Sir, it tickles
and feels good." "Yea," said Uncle Jack. "And do you like my arms too
Renee?" She nodded her head 'yes'. And with that he started rubbing
us even more with those hairy arms. "So you like my hairy arms, do
you like my chest, too" "Yes Sir," we said in unison. "Well, then"
And he put both our heads in his great hairy chest. Are faces were
completely being tickled and we couldn't stop laughing. "Lick it" We
both eagerly lapped our tongues out and licked him all over the
place. "Betty," he yelled. "Get in here" Betty came in within
seconds.
"On your knees and lick my chest, like your kids are" Betty
hesitated, but not long enough to get into trouble and began to lick.
She didn't want to confess it to herself but she was getting excited.
The three of us were licking this man all over the place.
"That wimpy husband of yours doesn't have any chest hair, and you
want to know why. "Why," we all asked in unison. "Because he's not a
real man. I have plans for him as well. He'll be home soon. Betty get
in the bedroom. You two to your bedrooms too." He then went to each
bedroom and tied us each to our beds. So we would not interfere when
he would have to subdue Chris. After he had us all tied up we heard a
car pull up. His truck was in the way so, Chris had to park on the
street. Jack was really going to enjoy, having Chris admit what a
wimp he was. Just then the back door opened.
Chapter 2:
Chris walked into the door. Uncle Jack was sitting comfortably at the
dining room table, shirtless with his extremely hairy chest. "Hi
Chris," Uncle Jack said in a somewhat sarcastic and gruff
voice. "Hi," Chris said, somewhat startled. "What brings you this
way?" Chris asked really wanting to know. Uncle Jack smiled coolly
and replied very nonchalantly, "Your wife" "What," Chris
blurted. "What do you mean?" "I think you know, exactly, what I
mean," and Uncle Jack got up from the table. Chris started to move
away, but Uncle Jack grabbed him and yanked him over to the dining
room table. Chris tried to fight him, but a wimp like Chris was no
match for big, powerful Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack pinned him down at the
table and told him to stay put. Chris began sobbing and
pleaded, "Please, Jack." At which Uncle Jack brought a strong sting
to Chris ass with his hand. "You're to call me Sir, boy," Uncle Jack
demanded. He then proceeded to tie Chris to the table. Tying his left
hand to his left leg at the table leg and the same with the right.
Chris was bound and could not move. "Say it, boy" and he brought down
another smack on Chris ass. "Please Sir, Why are you doing this to
me." "Because, I enjoy dominating you and your family," Uncle Jack
said smugly. "Now, I want you to ask me politely to fuck your wife,
and say please." Chris was reluctant, but after several more hard
swats to his ass. He started to say, "Pl, Ple, Please."
"Please what," Uncle Jack demanded.
"Please fuck my wife," Chris blurted out defeated.
Uncle Jack was amazed how easily, he had subdued Chris. He was much
easier then his wife had been. "Ok, I will," and with that he untied
Chris and told him to get down on his hands and knees where he
belonged, and stay there until told otherwise. Chris sadly obeyed and
got down on his hands and knees. "Now, crawl to the bedroom, like a
good boy" Chris crawled, completely humiliated. Uncle Jack opened the
bedroom door and again Chris was startled to see his beautiful wife
Betty tied to the bed spread eagle.
Suddenly it occurred to Chris, "Where are my kids?" he asked in a
panicked voice.
"They're tied up at the moment," Uncle Jack replied chuckling. "Hi
Betty, your husbands home" Betty lay there and felt a wave of
excitement at watching this totally manly man humiliate her husband.
She couldn't explain it, she felt guilty for feeling that way, but
she felt that way none the less. It seemed completely natural for a
macho man like Uncle Jack to dominate and humiliate her husband. She
had never thought of her husband as a wimp, until today. There was no
comparison. Uncle Jack was a man's man. "Go sit in that Chair, wimp"
and Chris reluctantly obeyed. "Say Yes Sir, when I give you an order
wimp"
"Yes Sir," Chris sighed. Uncle Jack was beaming with pride. He went
over and sat at the edge of the bed. "I can make your husband do
whatever I want." He confided in Betty. She just laid there, not
wanting to show what she was feeling. Trying to be the good and loyal
wife. "I don't need to tie your husband to the chair, he does
whatever I tell him too. But, I might sometimes just to make him feel
bound. Hey wimp, go get shaving cream, a brush and a razor, and make
it snappy, but do it on your hands and knees."
"Yes Sir," Chris said and got down on his hands and knees and crawled
to the bathroom, reached up to the sink and grabbed the shaving
supplies he had been ordered to get. And crawled back to the bedroom.
"Now, set it between your wives spread legs, Chrissy boy"
"Yes Sir," Chris said and did as ordered. Uncle Jack took the brush
and then shocked Chris with his next request. "Now, Chrissy Sissy, I
think you need to understand what a wimp you are. I want you to shave
off all your pubic hair in front of your wife. You may stand up for
this, but I better not finding any pubic hair on you when you're
done. Only Real Men can have hair on their bodies and I don't believe
you qualify. As you can tell from my extremely strong and hairy body.
I definitely qualify."
"Yes Sir," Chris said sobbing. He started putting shaving cream
around his genitals and legs and under his arms. He wasn't very hairy
to begin with. So this wouldn't take too long. He reached for the
brush, but Uncle Jack stopped him and spanked him on his ass. "That's
for me, boy," and he grabbed the razor, "But you can use this."
"Yes Sir," Chris sobbed. And he proceeded to shave himself, totally
humiliated. Uncle Jack on the other hand had put the brush lightly
against Betty's cunt and was tickling her clitoris, while he was
abasing Chris.
"How's that feel Betty?"
"Ok Sir," she replied. Not wanting to admit that it felt good. Trying
to be the good and faithful wife.
"Ok, that's it?" And he continued on lightly tickling her cunt with
the brush. While Chris had almost shaved off all his pubic hair,
already. "You know Betty, you don't need to call me Sir, right now.
In fact just call me Jack. I think it will be more endearing and
further humiliate Chris for you to talk to me as if I was your
husband and not him."
"Yes Jack," and Betty could not control herself anymore. She brought
her cunt up off the bed, and gently back down again. Jack knew he was
getting to her. He continued to brush her pussy, a little faster and
more feverish. Betty's cunt went up again. Then again. But she was
trying not to orgasm. Though everything in her was telling her to
explode. Chris was double checking to make sure he had shaved off all
his body hair. Betty was heaving on the bed.
"I'm done Sir," Chris said. Uncle Jack quickly checked him ignoring
Betty. Betty wanted Jack bad, by this point. But Uncle Jack wanted to
humiliate Chris some more. "Get over my knee, boy." "Yes Sir," Chris
said, having learned his new found place. Freshly smooth Chris got
over Uncle Jack's hairy legs. Uncle Jack began to spank him. His
hairy legs, chest and arms tickled Chris' body but his bottom began
to hurt and he clutched at Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack gave him a big
squeeze.
Then gave him a few more spanks and stopped when Chris' butt was red.
He then held Chris on his legs for a moment. Betty started to get
jealous. "I'm going to fuck your wife now, Chris. And when I'm done I
want you to thank me."
"Yes Sir," Chris said somewhat enjoying the intimate encounter he had
had with this macho man, even though he considered himself to be
straight.
"Right now, my dick needs lubricating. I want you to moisten it with
your mouth. I want you to lick it and suck it Chris."
Chris wanted to object, but all that came out of his mouth was "Yes
Sir."
And he first touched Uncle Jack's dick with his lips and kissed it.
He then started to lick it. Uncle Jack was back to tickling Betty's
cunt with the brush. And Betty was heaving more then ever. "Betty, I
want you to beg me to fuck you, in front of your husband here, while
he sucks me. Suck it Chris." And with that Chris mouth went around
Uncle Jack's dick and he was going down on a man for the first time
in his life. "Yes Jack, please fuck me, please fuck me Jack."
"Ok," Jack said when his dick was good and wet. "Wait, Chris why
don't you lubricate Betty's cunt too."
"Yes Sir," Chris said and Uncle Jack picked up Chris with his brut
strength and brought him neatly in front of Betty's cunt at which
point his tongue and mouth were busy lubricating.
"That's a good boy, Chris"
"Thank you, Sir"
"Now go sit in the chair. I've got a wife to fuck." And Uncle Jack
got up between Betty's legs and rested his penis at the edge of her
cunt, teasing her.
"Yes Sir" and Chris did as ordered. This whole thing seemed so
surreal to him. Here he was watching another man fuck his wife. Then
Uncle Jack began to push it in. Betty screamed. Uncle Jack had a very
big dick. He pumped her really hard and fast on the bed and Betty
really loved it. They fucked for hours.
And Chris just sat and watched.
"Now Betty, I know your daughter is a virgin. I want to be the one to
break her in. Don't you think your daughter deserves a Real Man like
me. I may not let her date later on, and keep her to myself. Besides
those pimply teenaged boys are no comparison to me."
"Now just a minute, Jack," yelled Chris, surprising both Betty and
Jack. "Renee is my daughter."
Jack looked sternly at Chris and got up abruptly. He briskly walked
over to where Chris was dejectedly sitting. "Have you forgot your
place, Chris?" Uncle Jack yelled. Chris just sat there scared, too
make a move.
Chapter 3:
Uncle Jack grabbed Chris by the hair and brought him down to his
knees. "Get your ass moving out to the garage."
"Please no, Sir", Chris pleaded.
"Shut up", Uncle Jack yelled. "Now crawl" Chris meekly started to
crawl toward the back of the house to the door that led to the
garage, with Jack right behind him. "Open the door, wimp, I'll teach
you to back talk me." Chris opened the door, "Get down the steps".
Chris crawled down the 2 steps to the cold, concrete floor of the
garage. "Get Over to the Tool Counter", Jack demanded. Chris
crawled over. "Now stand on your feet and bend over this counter,
I'm going to give you a whipping you won't forget and which will
reinforce, that you are never to question me again. Do you
understand".
"Yes Sir", Chris sobbed.
Uncle Jack took his belt and brought down a firm swat to Chris'
ass. He then continued to beat Chris ass. Chris was sobbing in
pain. "Now, are you ever going to talk back to me ever again?"
"No Sir", Chris sobbed.
"Call me Master, boy", Uncle Jack demanded.
"No Master, I won't ever talk back to you again Master," Chris cried.
"Ok, then wimp, that means I can do whatever I want, is that clear?"
"Yes Master".
"I'm taking over your family. I'm your wife's husband, your kids
father and all your property is soon to be mine, is that clear, wimp?"
"Yes Master", Chris replied, sobbing.
"Ok, then, I think you got the picture. You will do exactly as I
tell you, and you will never talk back to me again," Uncle Jack said
continuing to beat Chris ass.
"Yes Master".
"If you do, your punishment will be worse, do you understand me?"
"Yes Master."
"Ok, back down on your knees wimp and crawl back into the house."
Chris crawled back into the house, with his new master, Uncle Jack
right behind him. "You still need some reinforcements, crawl too
the bathroom." Chris did as ordered. Open the toilet lid.
"Yes Master", Uncle Jack grabbed Chris nape of his neck and pushed
his head down into the water. Then pulled him back out.
"What do you say, boy".
"Thank you Master".
"What about the whipping, I gave you in the garage".
"Thank you Master."
"Good boy. Now get in the bathtub." Chris obeyed and got into the
bathtub. "I got to go pee". And with that Uncle Jack began to piss
all over Chris body from head to foot. Soaking Chris with his piss.
When he finally finished he said, "Stay in there and let it soak into
your skin and into your brain, letting the message get through your
head once and for all, who is boss here."
"Yes Master", Chris said meekly, completely dumbfounded by all the
events of this afternoon.
"Now, I want you to ask me to take away your daughter's virginity,
and say please".
Chris knowing he was beaten, said, "Please, Master, Please take away
Renee's virginity."
"In good time, boy, in good time", Uncle Jack told Chris. He knew
at this point that Chris would never be a problem again and would let
him do as he pleased. "You may clean yourself off, now by taking a
shower, then I want you to get dressed, in your wife's clothes. Her
panties, bra, and a sexy dress. Your going to be Chrissy, my slut,
who will do whatever I tell you.
"Yes Master", Chris said, defeated.
He took a shower and crawled to the bedroom, without even being asked
to crawl, he had learned his place. He then began to put on his
wife's clothes as instructed. "Put on lots of make up too, slut"
"Yes Master", Chris called from the bedroom. It was embarrassing
getting dressed like a woman in front of his wife, but he knew he
didn't have any choice. About a half hour later Chris came out
dressed like a woman.
"Now, Chrissy, my bitch, I want you to get me the deed to this house,
pink slips to your cars, and all the telephones, so you can't call
for help. Chris obeyed him and got all the things Uncle Jack
demanded. "Now go over to the table on your knees and sign this
stuff over to me", Chris reluctantly, but hurriedly went over to the
table and signed over all his property to Uncle Jack.
"That's my girl", Uncle Jack said jeering, when all was signed over
to him. "Thank you, I want you to divorce your wife and I'm going to
adopt your kids, too. I'm taking it all from you, Chrissy."
"Yes Master", Chris said, sobbing.
He then made Chris parade himself in front of his children in drag.
He told the kids to call him dad, and call Chris, Chrissy. He told
them that Chrissy had to do whatever they told him too. And if he
back talked to them, to tell him right away and there new dad, would
take care of it. He also made Chris parade in front of his wife and
told her to call him honey from now on. He would have the kids boss
Chrissy around, telling him to make dinner or do the dishes, so they
understood there new roles and Chrissy role. Chrissy was the family
slave now. Uncle Jack decided to wait a few years to break in Renee,
and he also broke in Billy. Sometimes he would fuck the whole family
right in a row. Putting them all on the bed and going down the
line. Uncle Jack's wife, (Betty's sister) was pretty upset about the
new arrangement, but he was very persuasive, after letting her know
her new place after a good butt blistering. They moved to Utah and
he took on several wives. He does whatever he wants, whenever he
wants, and no one stands in his way. To this day, he is still
breaking in virgins and taking other men's wives. And no one has
been able to stop him. Uncle Jack is a very happy, sexually fufilled
man.
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