Chapter 60

Mack was moved in by the time I got home that evening -- which probably wasn't hard, since Michael probably had very little clothing with him and Mack had none at all. My women were all kind of standing around, waiting... "What?" I asked, pretending to be put upon. Frieda hung back, grinning.

"I thought you were going to get a couple?" Beth said carefully.

"I don't NEED another woman," I replied, "I'm hip deep as it is! This way, maybe you girls won't kill me at some point -- you're a bunch of cum-vampires, you know? Mack needs a place for himself and Michael -- and I needed a second dick on standby -- what's the problem?" I KNEW what the problem was, where Beth was concerned...

"I really..." she mumbled -- but she knew better than to finish.

"You don't have to play if you don't want to," I insisted. "Who wants to try out Mack? Show of hands." Frieda's went up fast, followed by Tara's; after some thought, Keisha's went up, too. "Who wants to try out Mack AND me?" That got an exclamation of "Goody!" from Frieda and a waved hand from Tara. I turned back to Beth. "That's plenty of work for Mack. Don't forget that I have two other women at home. I'm pretty sure Tina will be interested -- and Dottie might, too." I let my eyes sweep the other three. "If you'll excuse us for a moment..." I collected Beth's arm and led her off, going into the next room, where I backed her against the wall and pinned her there. "Mack knows," I told her. "He won't go where he's not wanted, and he knows who my favorite girl is. Just don't rub anyone's nose in it."

"I'm sorry," Beth husked, her head down. "I just didn't want to be..."

"Fuck meat?" I finished. "Relax, you're not. If at some point you decide it might be nice for Mack to participate, we can talk about it without anyone thinking less of you. In the meantime, try not to embarrass any of the other girls with your attitude. You can probably just say that he doesn't do anything for you."

"Yes, Jack." Beth leaned up and buried her head in my shoulder. "I know I'm not doing this right, but..."

"I know -- you love me. I love you, too -- but the other girls are at least fond of me, I think, and they're more open-minded."

"I just can't..." Beth moaned.

"You could if I insisted," I replied. "It would hurt, but you could, to make me happy."

"Yes." It was a whisper.

"I'm not insisting. But, like I said, don't rub the other girls' noses in it, or I'll have to."

"Yes, Jack."

"Let's go back out."

Once we were back in the main room, I ordered Tara, "Go get Mack." Tara returned momentarily with Mack in tow. "All right," I announced. "It seems like I only have enough in me to keep two of you happy at a time -- and there are six of you, when we count the pair at home. Now, what that means is that I need a backup. Mack, here, is my back door man -- he handles the overflow. We'll be doing steady rotation, but if somebody gets the itch real bad, Mack is authorized to scratch it. Some of you like to party hardy anyway, and I can't possibly be two places at once, so Mack has THAT mission, too. It's a tough job, but I'm sure he'll bear up." I got a couple of giggles, which is what I was shooting for. "Mack's kid Michael is family -- and he gets mothered like family. Mack is family -- understand? Now, Mack is in charge of supply, but he is NOT in charge of demand -- if you don't want any, he's not gonna ask. Mack isn't in charge of anything I don't PUT him in charge of -- and that includes all of YOU! When we get to the colony, he'll probably have a job working for the Support Directorate outside the house. If he gets the urge and you all have dried up for some reason, he comes to me and I'll allocate a resource. If there is a PROBLEM on either end, I need to know about it -- but it's my opinion at this point in time that Mack is a decent sort or he wouldn't be here. By the same token, if one of you gets really, really sweet on him, we'll talk about it and I'm prepared to tolerate it -- but you're both non-exclusive resources, and if I need a dick or a pussy in a particular location at a particular time, I get it. Are we all clear?" Everybody nodded -- including Mack. "Does anybody see any immediate issues?" Nobody came forward. "Get the kids -- it's dinner time." Everybody scattered -- but I held Mack back. "Look," I told him, "Beth is... well... she wants to be exclusive. It's no reflection on you -- we're just hung up on each other. I don't want you upset when you realize that her spot in the rotation is empty."

"Hey, I'm fine with it," Mack replied. "This is better than I'd hoped for."

"If I was to guess, Tara and Frieda will arm-wrestle or something to see who goes first. Keisha might take a while. I can't guess about the other two, but I wouldn't be surprised if the first day or two after we hit the colony is busy, and depending on how things go, you might get one or two other regular customers. I'm pretty sure we're gonna end up playing musical dicks with Frieda and Tara, too -- both of them have been known to enjoy doubling up. Those are my guesses. Eventually, Beth might shuffle in, but it'll be a while, and one of us will probably be pissed at the other or something when it happens -- lover's spat kind of thing. If she fucks you to make me jealous, you get a fuck and she sucks hind tit for a while because I REFUSE to get jealous -- know that in advance. Just handle it. In the unlikely event that they all shut it off, we'll have to discover why -- that's the worst situation I can think of. Let's go eat." The others were back, herding my four children, so I started driving the herd toward the mess.

Mack was a hit at mess -- conceptually, anyway. Everybody was surprised -- and it was clear that Oliver, Vera, and Maureen understood that they needed to give couples serious thought. Chief was there, looking hangdog again; I had the AI route me to him and said, 'You know, Chief...' -- and I put a flea in his ear.

He sat up straight in his chair, surprised. 'No shit?'

'No shit. I checked. There's a requisition out, even.'

'Well, let's keep it quiet for now...' But Chief was a lot more upbeat from then on...

I went and got Estrella in time for dinner -- and had her follow me around as usual. This time, however, I didn't spend my time ignoring her totally; my original plan to alienate her was by the boards, so I stopped acting like a jerk. Oh, we still did the one step behind and one to the right thing, but if I stopped to talk to someone, I had her come around and assume attention in front of me. In fact, I got to doing things such that, once she was settled, I would come up behind her and stand over her, usually toying with a nipple while I took in whatever the problem was. If she didn't care much for that, she certainly didn't say anything...

Eventually, we joined the family for dinner - somewhat late, but no one seemed to be in a rush. I had Estrella kneel on my left for a while, then sit on my left knee; the big issue with the latter was that Javier wanted to emulate me and his mother was still a bit bigger than he was at fourteen.

I was in a bit of a mood -- playful, more than anything else. We were out at a fairly public table and I had a thought that tickled me, not only for the effect on Estrella, but for what I knew would certainly happen between Javier and Graciela. I pulled Estrella in close and whispered in her ear, "Suck me!"

Estrella merely smiled and settled between my legs, unsealing my uniform trousers. She'd barely begun to suck when Javier got Graciela's attention and pointed at the activity; Graciela settled to her knees without complaint and Javier's eyes closed and he bit a knuckle as her head began to bob.

Marisol was up out of her chair in a flash, announcing, "I'm watching!" She got down on her knees next to her grandmother and watched with glowing eyes as I gently manhandled Estrella's head -- not because she needed it, but for Marisol's benefit. Estrella's eyes laughed at me from my lap. I split my attention between watching her and her granddaughter and watching Javier make faces as the pleasure overtook his ability to remain calm and in control. It didn't take long at all before Javier went rigid and began to shake; his eyes rolled up in his head and he uttered a prolonged grunt while clutching his mother's head to his lap. There was a smattering of applause; we'd garnered some attention, although not as much as one might think -- there were just too many naked people in the room. Of course, the activity, ironically, tended to be in the vicinity of the few of us who went around clothed...

As I returned my attention to my lap, I heard an anxious whisper of, "C'mon, Grandma, Pleeease!" Marisol was importuning Estrella about something... and I could guess what. Estrella refused to stop what she was doing; instead, she pointed at me.

"What do you want?" I asked gently.

"I want to play too!" Marisol whined.

"This isn't play -- it's likely to get you fucked at some point!" I retorted.

"And that's bad?" Marisol replied. Estrella managed to gurgle a chuckle around my erection.

"Do as your grandmother directs," I sighed.

Nana got up and circled behind me, placing her chin on my shoulder and sliding her arms around my chest. "Do I have to go to my knees, too?"

I was vaguely amazed at her familiarity. "Your knees probably aren't as arthritic as they once were," I murmured. "In fact, for you to have come here..."

"Yes, you are correct," Nana breathed in my ear. "I want you, Marcus. I haven't wanted a man in twenty years, but I want you. Not tonight, but soon; I feel younger almost by the moment and my womanhood is making requests..." Her hands were inside my shirt, rubbing my chest; I looked down, past them as Marisol inserted her head between me and her grandmother's chest and turned her face up so she could lave my balls with her tongue. Three women... Sensory overload hovered close... I felt the tension mount; Estrella's mouth was like liquid heat, but Marisol's tongue raised goosepimples on my scrotum. I was close, but in control -- until Nana started sucking my neck!

There was no warning; one second, I was certain that I could last another minute or so, and the next I exploded in Estrella's mouth! The only sound I got out was, "HUUUUHHH!!!!" -- not very communicative! It was three or four pulses after the explosion before I had any control at all; I looked down at where Marisol had my balls cradled on her flat tongue -- feeling them pulse, no doubt. As I watched, dazed, she dropped her head and husked, "Save me some, Grandma! I want to taste it!" And I surged again...

As for Nana, I grabbed her head, turned mine, and stuck my tongue in her ear! "You're EVIL!" I hissed. She merely laughed, pulling away.

We got a LOT of applause! Estrella dribbling cum into Marisol's mouth was a big hit, for one thing...

I put myself together, got up, and pulled Javier aside, waving to Estrella to stay where she was. "I think you should plan to move the family tomorrow afternoon," I said quietly. "I don't really have to do tonight to know what I'm going to do. We need to be co-located or they'll gang up on one of us..."

Javier smiled. "Wouldn't THAT be terrible?"

"They're all sirens -- from your great-grandmother to your sister!" I retorted. "Fool that I was, I had them restart Nana's engine..."

"I saw," Javier laughed. "You were powerless!"

"It was three against one!" I sputtered.

Javier merely laughed. "Tomorrow, then."

"Tomorrow." I nodded.

I turned to leave, beckoning Estrella -- but it wasn't to be that easy. Marisol hopped up and pressed herself against me, turning up her face, her lips puckered. "Good night, Mark!"

"Good night." I cradled her back carefully in an open hand and bent to kiss her, trying hard to be fatherly. It wasn't easy; with her back arched, she was displaying an incredible amount of soft cleavage. Add the fact that she was deliberately pressing herself to my crotch and I began to have some sympathy for pedophiles. The girl was twelve, after all! The fact that the AIs considered her physically mature enough for sex didn't mean she was MENTALLY mature... She opened her lips and slipped her tongue out, the little minx; I broke the kiss immediately and stepped back, in full 'fight or flight' mode! "Dammit, Marisol! Can't you wait a week to grow up?"

She pretended to think about it, then, "No..."

I shook my head, rubbing my forehead. "Estrella, now! We need to get a head start on her!" Grinning, Estrella strutted past me; Nana stood in the background, grinning at me. "You are lost, Marcus -- admit it!" I waved a finger at her and got out of there.

I took Estrella home and straight into the shower with me -- but this time, I pressed her against the fiberglass and dove on her neck. We played wet, soapy games for a few minutes, then got out. "So, do you want a blowjob?" she asked.

"Not this time." I crawled on the bed and beckoned to her, then tucked her against my shoulder as I had her daughter the night before.

"So, things are different," she mused. "Why?"

I sighed. "A couple of days ago, the primary focus of my efforts was to get you to do what you did last night -- preferably while failing me, so I had an avenue of escape. But things have been changing, and Graciela ushered in a major one; at some time last night I realized that perhaps I really didn't want to achieve that second goal. I started out thinking I was uninterested in getting involved in your family matters, yet I kept sticking my oar in -- and Nana kept making sure there was a whirlpool. Last night, I would have told you it was all Graciela -- but it wasn't. Without Nana's wisdom and devious intelligence, Graciela wouldn't have stood a chance. Without your stubborn pride and regal bearing, I'd have never stayed linked in long enough for Graciela's fire to sear me. Even Marisol's youthful curiosity and impatience figured in my change of heart -- and Javier needs me -- that is also clear. So I'm not here to toss you out of my bed, or abuse you, or humiliate you; we've moved on to acceptance. I want to know -- honestly -- if I want you in my bed regularly. And for that, I have to give you a break."

"I think you'll want me," Estrella said diffidently.

"So do I."

"I want you..."

"That's a good thing," I replied, smiling.

"Let me show you." Her hand found my cock, which was already half-hard. Then her mouth found it -- but we didn't leave it at that. I pulled her back up and she squatted over my cock, impaling her hot, wet channel with it, then rode it, her fingers interlaced with mine as she posted on it. Estrella was totally different than Graciela -- and just as good. Where Graciela was wild and fiery, Estrella possessed a controlled fury -- a focus that she brought to bear to bring forth intense sensations. At her peak, Graicela was wild and fiery and sensual --and uncontrolled -- but Estrella was careful to let nothing detract from the perfection of our union. She didn't batter my pubic bone in wild abandon -- she rose and fell on it at a controlled rate that ensured that we both got every good thing to be had from the contact and nothing bad. It wasn't that she was distanced from her efforts, either; she wasn't expending effort to tune things at the expense of her own pleasure. No, the adjustments were all part of the ride, part of her effort to get the absolute maximum amount of pleasure from our efforts -- which she did, too -- several times! There was no question whether she was peaking, either -- it was all right there, down to the gush of her fluids over my balls...

When she tired, I rolled us over and tried to do her efforts justice -- and I succeeded another two times, finding my own explosive release as her pussy clamped down on me that final time and she mewled in pleasure. She made the cutest grunts... I stretched out atop her and she let me know I was welcome; while her wirier, more spare body wasn't as plush as Graciela's, it was firmer, more compact, less likely to be damaged, it seemed to me. She nuzzled my neck and stroked my flanks and sighed.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Javier is many things, but he is not yet a man," Estrella murmured. "I love him and he is incredible in bed, but somehow..."

I chuckled. "Things were good already -- you really didn't have to stroke my ego."

She captured my face in her hands, her expression serious. "It is nothing less than the truth. Javier will get better, but you already KNOW..."

"All right." I chuckled, knowing that she was being sincere. "I'll be back -- it's time to take a leak."

"Why don't you leave one?" she retorted, eyeing me sidelong and smirking.

"Good plan." I levered myself up and away. As I finished, she entered the bathroom to take my place, settling on the toilet to void and allow my little white wigglers to drip out of her.

"You make big deliveries," she noted.

"We aim to please," I chuckled. I was WAY too happy these days... A couple of minutes later, we were entwined on the bed -- something I didn't expect to be comfortable, but I fell asleep, anyway.

The other difference with Estrella was that she didn't consume all of my resources in one huge conflagration. About two o'clock Saturday morning, I woke up with a hard dick sandwiched in the crack of Estrella's ass; I reoriented it so it slid along her slot and in a couple of minutes she was wet and whining. I don't think she was even awake as I sank into her, but when she DID wake up as a result, there were no complaints and after discovering that lying on our sides just didn't cut it, we discovered that doggie did... It was good -- DAMNED good; I think I unleashed the biggest flood of the night that time, with her perfectly oriented to get a womb full. Afterward, she stretched back out and I followed her down, not even disconnecting, and we both crashed again; it was two hours before my bladder woke me up to find that I'd shrunk back down and was making her inner thighs sticky.

How do I describe having sex with my mother? On Earth, the answer would undoubtedly be 'DON'T!' lest it mark both of us forever! But it's allowed where I am, so it isn't such a horrible thing -- besides, it only happened once.

I still have occasional sex with Graciela, but it isn't the same. Saturday morning, Mark took my mother and my grandmother -- and my great-grandmother, again -- down to Medical for two hours, and the women who stepped out of those tubes after those two hours were people I knew, but they weren't Mama or Grandma or Nana -- not to look at, or to touch... Graciela looked like she had at maybe twenty-two, and Estrella looked as she had at thirty -- and Nana, after her second treatment, was almost unrecognizable!

That Friday night, though, was the only occasion when I had sex with Mama -- someone fully and completely Mama in all particulars. It was AWESOME! We took our time; we cuddled and Mama asked me what I had accomplished with Grandma and we took a longer, slower route. We cuddled and fondled and kissed and she showed me erogenous zones that my earlier teacher had bypassed -- two long-time lovers adding a new dimension to an existing relationship. It was an exciting mix -- the new -- or at least, unremembered -- exploration of her breasts and the other parts of her that had been hidden or forbidden since I was a baby -- against the background of her utter familiarity. It was her smell, the texture of her skin, even her taste that added a layer of comforting familiarity -- the aura of her love. When I entered her, we didn't race to climax -- which surprised us both, I think. Instead, I took things slowly, and we elicited every sensation from our bond and I managed to master myself while exploring her every inner surface. THEN we moved on to an act with more urgency, but one where both of us were in control and every move was a deliberate effort to share pleasure with a loved one. When it was over -- when I'd spread my seed on the very field from which I had once been the harvest -- I could only look upon it as an ultimate act of love. Afterward, I slept like a baby in her arms.

Now... I wish we hadn't altered her. She isn't Mama any more... In some ways, I'm sure that's a good thing, but despite the fact that she continues to offer her guidance and support -- and sex, even -- she's not the same. And that night of love can never be replicated.

Maybe I'll feel better about it in a few days.

Master authorized me to conduct searches and interviews; the AI assisted, showing me the things I needed to see in the CAP scores of the couples involved. This wasn't real simple; Master wanted to be able to have his way -- in every way -- with both -- or, with luck, all three -- of them. And with any luck, we wanted him to be able to repeat the process, including overcoming their weak resistance, multiple times. This wasn't about one person -- it was about an ensemble cast, each with a role to play...

I spent most of Saturday morning looking -- and came up with the Brocks. The AI and I agreed that, properly handled, they would meet Master's needs for a time -- which was all anyone could hope for.

I arranged for an interview in the late morning; if I came away from it believing that they were right for Master, we would schedule a second interview for him at his convenience. Knowing Master as I was beginning to, it might be three days later, after they'd stewed a bit... When I arrived, the three of them looked surprised. "Where is the sponsor?" Janine, the mother, blurted.

I affected the correct haughty attitude. "My master sent ME to ensure that his time isn't wasted. You will meet him once I know he will be pleased."

"Oh." Janine replied shortly, somewhat taken aback. "All right. I'm Janine, this is..."

"I have seen your video," I interrupted, waving it off. "I wish to interview you each alone." Janine had run the video, just as she was trying to run the interview; she was a pear-shaped, brown-skinned thirty-two year old bleached blonde with somewhat shapeless breasts in the 'D' or maybe 'DD' cup range. With those breasts supported by a decent bra, she probably had an eye-catching cleavage, but free-swinging, they looked like a couple of loaves of Italian bread hanging off her chest, pointed gently outward. The good news was that her nipples weren't QUITE at the bottom... I have a lot less, but it's considerably better presented. She had a thin growth of mouse-brown pubes below her somewhat bulging belly -- just enough to give away the fact that her hair wasn't blonde, if the dark roots weren't already showing. Knowing Master, he would have a snide comment about THAT!

"Um, okay," Janine replied, trying to recover. "Who first?"

"Give me a moment and I'll let you know." I circled her, inspecting her without touching her as if she was livestock. "Hold still!" I snapped as she began turning with me. I'd seen a projection with the AI, but I still wanted to see it in real life. Janine's ass was probably her largest feature, but it wasn't TOTALLY ugly. It more or less matched everything else when you considered that it was part of why she was pear-shaped. She had heavy thighs, of course, but they weren't particularly ugly and flowed into merely muscular-looking calves. Her hands and feet were well-presented.

Moving on, I examined Penny. Penny was nearly as tall as her mother, but better presented, probably because of her age. She had round, grapefruit breasts riding fairly high with the nipples in the right place. Penny was stocky but NOT pear-shaped; her hips didn't extend much if any past her shoulders and there was some indentation at her waist. She wasn't a fashion model by any means, but she had a decent shape and was womanly; her figure had more in common with mine than her mother's. The fluff below indicated that she wasn't coloring the curls above, and her hands and feet were nicely turned out; she also had a snub nose with a dusting of freckles. The AI said that if she'd been in a family on a colony world, she would have probably been allowed sex early, as she was ahead of the curve. I agreed -- she looked fifteen, not fourteen. She was... ripe, like a Georgia peach -- just as her mother was a bit overripe... The AI said she was making straight 'A's in concubine-track Sex Ed at school, too.

Her father, on the other hand, had never ripened. Andrew 'Drew' Brock was a bit small everywhere -- including there -- and was balding and virtually hairless. He was a little pudgy and had small man-boobs. There wasn't a whole lot of personality there, either, I figured, given his CAP scores. Finishing my close-up of Drew, I announced, "I'll speak to Penny, first. Let's go next door." I led her next door and closed it, "AI, I don't want to be disturbed and I don't want Janine in here, in particular."

"Acknowledged."

"Kneel up, Hon," I directed. "You want to practice being perfect for my Master. He's going to want to train you to be the perfect concubine. Do you like sex?"

"I haven't done vaginal sex," Penny related, blushing. "Next week, I was going to get a permission slip to have a sponsor-track student take my virginity in Sex Ed."

"What HAVE you done?"

"Well, oral -- that's nice. And anal -- I kinda like the prep, even with the cramps. I don't hurt a lot like some of the girls," Penny replied.

"That's GREAT! Master is going to want to bring you along, open you up to every experience you can have; he wants you to be sensual," I told her. "Have you ever doubled up?"

"Yes." She blushed. "Not in class."

"Good." Switching subjects, I said, "Your mother doesn't seem any too sexual. I'm warning you -- Master is likely to be pretty firm with her until she starts really getting into things. I'm hoping that you and I can provide the examples of perfect obedience that she needs to succeed."

"I'll do my very best!" Penny swore.

"I'm sure you will, Hon. Now, as to your daddy..." I grimaced. "Master doesn't really have any need of him, obviously, and he'll be testing him -- HARD -- to ensure that he's going to get no trouble from him. I don't want you to fret over it -- it doesn't reflect on you."

"I understand!"

"I'm sure you do," I assured her. "Send in your momma, please." I waved her out.

My opening salvo with Janine was, "You won't be sitting at the top of the totem pole in my Master's house."

She eyed me. "That's up to him, isn't it?"

I smiled. "Yes, it is -- but that won't help you. Penny isn't going to have any problems -- she has the proper attitude, and she has been in school for this. But you haven't, and you have bad habits."

"You're just trying to secure YOUR position," Janine retorted.

"If that was my job and I feared you, I would just tell Master that you were not acceptable," I replied, grinning like a shark. "Do you like sex, or is it just the price you pay to maintain your quality of life?"

"Are you calling me a whore?" Janine gasped.

"Most women are, Janine," I replied. "I was. It isn't money, directly, but it comes to the same thing. I don't think you've been paying much at all, lately... Well, the rent will go up considerably if Master decides to accept you."

"You don't know what goes on in my bedroom!" Janine protested.

I just looked at her. After a moment, I moved on. "Penny won't need a lot of correction -- and Master is likely to use you as his object lesson, rather than damaging her directly by abusing her, since she is bright and willing. There is also the matter of your mate."

"Drew?"

"Surely you realize that my Master has no use for him. My Master will also be inclined to test him -- sorely -- to ensure that he is not going to be a problem in the household. You may be the focus of some of those tests -- again, because he may wish to preserve the purity of Penny's obedience."

"Why are you telling me this -- to scare me?" Janine blustered.

"Because my Master won't bother to explain," I replied. "He will just exercise his will. Unless I tell you, you will wonder why, on occasion. You may take my warning as you like -- but I have offered it." I waved at the door. "Please send in your mate."

Janine glared at me and left; Master was going to have fun with her! In a moment, Drew came in. "Janine says..."

"What does Janine say?"

"That you're trying to scare us."

"That's fair," I replied. "It's not accurate, exactly, but it's fair. You, in particular, need to understand this: My Master has no use for you." Drew flinched. "Part of the reason that the three of you have been selected is that you are the male least likely to challenge his authority -- but nonetheless, he will make your life hard until he is satisfied."

"Hard how?" Drew croaked.

I eyed him dispassionately. "Master is doing you a favor; if you are released by Janine and must live in an environment with a lot of male concubines who have no master or mistress and no women, you will BECOME a woman, for the purposes of one or more of those men. Surely you know this?"

"I -- I..." Drew stammered.

"Master is not a homosexual," I told him, "but then, neither would some of those others be. What would happen to you would be an exercise in dominance and submission -- you understand dominance and submission, don't you? I'm pretty sure Janine has presented it to you on any number of occasions..."

Drew blushed. "That's rude..."

"I am merely paving my Master's way," I replied blandly, "so you understand why you will be treated as you are. My Master will undoubtedly test you -- to include provoking you outrageously by doing things you will consider improper with Penny and Janine, and by direct embarrassment and humiliation and purely physical intimidation. It will likely be very difficult at first, until Master is satisfied, after which it may or may not slack off."

"But he won't..."

"I can make no prediction as to what he will or will not do," I cut him off. "Just because he is not a homosexual or a bisexual doesn't mean that he would not see the value in having you submit yourself to him, physically -- or even, perhaps, to someone else..."

"What should I do?" Drew asked.

"What you are told," I replied, "Without regard for what it is. You will most likely be ignored, generally, by my Master, once he is certain of you -- and that's better, maybe, than having a dozen boyfriends, don't you think?" I waved him out of the room and followed him into the main room. "Oh, Drew -- may I see your erection, please? Erect?"

Drew blushed and looked at his mate and daughter. "I don't know if..."

"Janine, would you assist?" I asked. Janine glared at Drew, then me. I turned to Penny and opened my mouth...

"Oh, very well!" Janine erupted, and went over to kneel before her mate. She fiddled with his little weenie with her fingers for a moment, and when that failed, she deigned to take it into her mouth.

"You don't offer this service to your mate regularly?" I asked, mock incredulously.

"No..." Drew answered for her while she glared, his cock in her mouth. "Janine doesn't like it..."

"THAT could be a problem..." I mused. Drew had erected, by then, in Janine's mouth, and she backed off; I estimated that it was just under five inches. "Thank you both. I'm going to relax a bit over there while you discuss whether you want to move forward with this or not..." I went to a corner of the room and settled into Attention, deliberately projecting the idea that this was what I -- and my Master -- considered to be relaxation.

The trio withdrew to the far corner of the room and conversed in whispers. Janine was agitated, of course; Penny was enthusiastic -- and Drew fearful. I merely waited...

They broke. "Okay, we're prepared to go forward," Janine announced.

"I will contact my Master and see when it is convenient for him to interview you," I replied. "I should warn you that it is likely to be rude and intrusive -- which would be one of his little tests." I smiled. "Feel free to contact me should you get a better offer before Master's interview is scheduled." I gave them my link number and swept out, grinning to myself; chances were there would be no such offer, even if the women dispensed with Drew...