Chapter 72

First, they was Red, the redhead we talked to, then they was this li'l slip of a thing younger than Aretha what didn't have no titties hardly, then they was two white men. They come in cautious, watchin' my man Ramon, but they wasn't what I expected. I dunno, I expected fangs or somethin' -- these guys was neat and clean and sharp-lookin' white boys -- science guy types, you know? So I'm kind of dazed and confused...

One of 'em waves at Red and the slip and they drop down to that attention position. The other one looks at my man Ramon and says, "Thank you for meeting us." He started out with Ramon, but he looked at me an' Aretha, too.

My Ramon, he's confused, too -- I can see it. "How come there are two of you?"

"We work together," the second guy said, "so we recently combined our families to make life easier on our concubines."

"Oh. So you're not... funny... or nothing..." my man said. Red snorted, and the slip grinned.

"No, we're not into that," the first one said. "Live and let live, and all that, but it isn't something either of us does."

"If you have that as a concern, you can cross it out," the second one added.

"Okay," my Ramon said, "So, what do you want? WHO do you want?"

"The intent is to collect the entire family," the first one said. "My name is Bernie, by the way, and this is Gene..." He waved at the other guy and turned back to my Ramon. "You are, well, somewhat imposing, so we have concerns..."

"Ramon, he sighed, and said, "I figured you might. I suppose you want to test something..."

The two guys looked at one another and one of them made a face. "Let's negotiate a little," the one called Bernie said.

"Okay." Ramon sat back. "I'm listening."

"Somewhere in the question and answer session with our concubines, a threat of some type popped up. It seemed that you might have assumed that we might... interfere with your manhood in some way. That's... not on the agenda. We're proposing limits on your sexual activity, but that's it," Bernie said.

"What kind of limits?" my man asked.

"That you don't father more children than either of us, and that you get consent from your sex partner," the one called Gene replied.

My Ramon kinda blinked. I did, too. "That's a limit?" Ramon asked. "If I wanna fuck Red there, all I have to do is ask and if she says yes, it's okay?"

"Essentially," Bernie nodded. "It's a limit in that WE don't HAVE to get consent -- concubines MUST have sex with us on demand, not that we would expect that to be much of an issue."

"Okay." I watched Ramon puzzle his way through that. I didn't bother -- it hurt my head. "What's this about kids?"

"We're going to limit you to whatever number we have at the time," Bernie replied. "If I have six at home and Gene has four, you can have four. This may never be a problem, but there are ways to enforce it without requiring you to abstain from sex."

My Ramon frowned. "Like what?"

"Contraception," Gene replied, "In the female. We may control who you have children with at a given time in that manner."

My Ramon looked suspicious, "Like how? No white chicks?"

"I think we would be looking to see that you don't just concentrate on Terise, say..." Bernie said.

"So you want me to fuck around?" Ramon scratched his head. I did, too...

"It's about genetic diversity," Bernie replied. "Besides, it isn't 'fucking around' because it is in the family -- our family -- your family."

"So you don't plan to stop me from fucking, but you might point me at a particular woman..."

Gene pursed his lips. "Something like that. At the very least, I would think that Terise would continue to supply you with sex. But you've already had several children by her, so she probably wouldn't be fertile with you until another of our concubines becomes pregnant by you. Is that any clearer?"

My man Ramon frowned. "What if nobody wants to fuck?"

"We're going to want to know why," Bernie said. "If the problem is you, we're going to have trouble -- things might escalate and we might have to let you go. On the other hand, if it is them, punitive means are available."

Ramon rubbed his face. "This wasn't what I expected."

"We want to be fair. I wouldn't want to be told I was going to have to be celibate or I was going to have to accept modifications to my manhood that made me less of a man," Bernie replied. "You're a concubine, so there are rules and limits -- but you are also a man. We are men, too..."

Ramon drew a breath and moved on. "What do you want Terise for?"

"She has excellent child-raising skills. We plan to reduce her some and regress her in age and put her on the line making more kids and helping our other concubines raise them. Right now, we have two experienced, but not gifted, mothers and two inexperienced females -- but no GIFTED mothers..." Bernie raised a finger and pointed it at Red and the Slip, and said, "You don't need to repeat that..."

Ramon cocked his head. "What about Aretha?"

"We hope that she'll join us," Gene said.

"So you want Terise, but Aretha isn't..." my man asked, confused. Well, he wasn't a PATCH on ME! What the fuck would they want ME for?

"We want the family," Bernie replied. "We recognize that Aretha has other options. We would like to have her, but we would understand."

Ramon shook his head. "This is NOT what I expected. What now? Do you want to test drive or something?"

Bernie pursed his lips. "Aretha is a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"We won't want to damage her without a contract. If she wants to show off her oral skills... You went to school for this, didn't you, Hon?" Bernie asked Aretha.

"Yessir."

"You got a good grade?"

"Yessir."

"If you want, you can show one of us. Are you interested in coming with the family?"

"Yessir."

My Ramon, he just looked at me... "I can do that," I volunteered.

"Okay..." Bernie crossed the room to me so's I didn't have to get up. "I really want to get a good look at these..." He hefted one of my love melons. "They're just... huge..."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Heavy, too. Hurt my back."

"We're going to shrink them quite a bit, I think," Bernie mused, "but..."

"But you like 'em," I said, grinnin'.

"Yeah. Most of our girls don't have a lot."

"Awright, I'll keep enough to please y'all," I promised.

"We'll work on getting you back support at Medical," Bernie promised. That was real nice of him, I thought. I got up out of the chair and got myself down on my knees, which was kind of a show.

"Y'all need to shrink a lot more than my melons," I said to him, embarrassed, "so's I can get in them positions. Ever get a titty fuck?"

"Well, no..." He shucked outta his pants and settled hisself on the edge of the chair I'd been sittin' in.

"Wanna try a little?"

"Sure..."

So I hoisted up my melons -- they be big motherfuckers; when I rack 'em up in a truss, they stick out six, eight inches, like a couple a' watermelons on a shelf -- an' he stuck his dick in between, and I rubbed 'em up and down on it. Problem is, they be HEAVY -- it was fuckin' WORK! My man Ramon, he came by to look and shook his head. "She can't keep that up..."

That Bernie, he looked up at Ramon and nodded. "Why don't you just suck it?" he asked me.

"Come back when I gotta little less..." I apologized.

"Sure."

So I lowered my melons -- you don't drop 'em unless you wanna follow 'em down -- an' I bent to suck him in. Ramon, he stood by kinda watchin'. Boy had a purty white dick, nice and long and hard -- this be bonin' meat, for sure! That Bernie he was kinda nervous 'bout Ramon... "What's up?" he asked.

"I'm waiting..." Ramon said. "You've got to test me somehow, right?"

That Bernie, he looked up at my man and he said, "Do we? You seem pretty clear on things... What did you expect?"

"I dunno," Ramon said. "Fisting? Choke-fucking? Just being generally rough? I figured you would hurt one or both of them, just to see..."

That Gene looked up from where Aretha was givin' her 'A+' blowjob, burying her nose in his crotch fur, an' he said, "We thought about it, but we just don't do that. We're going to... take a chance; you're intelligent and... you know what's up. If you were prepared for all that... Jeezus, Honey! Shit! Right there! ...uh, you were prepared for more than... uuhhh! ...we are capable of..."

"Talking about it and seeing it..." Ramon said. "They're different..."

"How bad is this?" Bernie panted. I was playin' catch-up; Aretha had her boy on the ropes...

"It's... fine..." I heard my man say. "In fact, why don't you push her some -- get some throat? Come on, Woman, show him that trick where you lick his nuts... She likes a little help for the deep parts -- just grab her head and..."

So that Bernie, he grabbed my head and pulled and I popped him into my throat and swallered a couple of times; he seemed to know all about that shit. He let up and I come up and then we did it again. Ramon said, "She can take it once she gets going -- I stroke it..." so Bernie, he grabbed my head and started long-strokin' my throat, bonin' it good. Ramon, he was right; this wasn't nothin' I hadn't done before -- shit, I think my deep throat was what set the hook! I let that Bernie do it up, slobberin' and breathin' through my nose; his dick was stiffer than Ramon's by a bit, and I didn't know whether it helped or hurt things. It didn't take all that long before he was hunched up, shootin' down my gullet, though.

That Bernie, he settled back in the chair afterwards and hauled on me a little so I could drape myself on him and rest and he looked at my man's bone and said, "You probably want to sink that somewhere."

Ramon, he looked back, wary, an' said, "It would be nice."

"Go ahead," that Bernie said, wavin' "Take something familiar, or..." He waved at Red and the Slip, "...get something different."

Ramon, he looked over at Red and the Slip an' said, "They probably can't..."

... An' Red looked him in the eye and said, "Wanna bet? I've been throat-fucked by experts -- and I taught her..."

So I'm layin' on Bernie's lap and he's playin' with my hair an' I watch Ramon go over to the Slip an' say, "Show me!" An' the Slip takes ahold of his balls an' grins from ear to ear an' takes about half of him on the first stroke -- an' I'm thinkin' 'That's that...' -- but I was wrong! She goes at him like a black snake swallerin' an egg and the next thing I know, she's got her nose in his Brillo pad! An' Red grins up at him an' says, "You were saying?"

My boys was bein' good an' stayin' out of the way, but my Marvin, he's shootin' juice, you know? He got up and come over an' got down an' watched the Slip with big eyes, rubbin' his nuts. Nobody said nothin' for a sec, then Bernie looks down at me and says, "He's thirteen, right?"

"Uh huh."

"He's underage and he isn't family yet, so I can't..."

Ramon, he looks up from where the Slip is swallerin' him an' he's got that look on his face that says the quake is comin' an' he says, "Woman! I'm sold! You?"

"Yeh." I raise up an' nod. "Aretha?"

That Gene has her up in his lap, suckin' a titty. Hers ain't near as big as mine, but they be bigger than anything else on display... She's got that look on her face that says she wants a dick. "Uh huh!"

Ramon, he turns to Bernie. "Whatever we have to do."

The AI lights up -- everbody in the room jumps. "This is joint ownership. Terise Wright, do you consent to joint ownership by Bernard Rawlins and Eugene Bradley?"

"I do."

"Aretha Wright..."

"I do! Put your finger in me, pleeeease!" Aretha was squirmin' like mad...

"Ramon Wright..."

"Yeah. I do! Shit, woman! Fuck! Where did a little slip like you get a mouth like that?" Ramon, his knees started hoppin' an' his eyes rolled up in his head an' he grabbed the Slip by the head to make sure she didn't come offa his dick an' I watched him light off in her throat! Made me horny...

An' that Bernie said, "Okay, Wes is family. Trini! If Wes wants it, you show him a good time! He could probably stand to drop two loads..."

"SHIT!" From the look on Wes' face youda thought it was Christmas! He had his shit down around his ankles in a flash, an' Red sucked him in -- an' of course, he juiced in her mouth right away... She jus' kept suckin', though, while Ramon backed off from the Slip an' hauled her up for a bear hug. "You're gonna be real popular, Honey!" my man said...

I looked up at Bernie an' I said, "It ain't much to look at, but I got the itch real bad right now..."

Bernie, he looked down at me, grinnin' and said, "Let me up and lean over the seat, here, and I'll circle around behind you and see if I can scratch it." An' I did an' he did an' the bonin' began, an' I thought I was gonna die, it was so good...

I stood there, looking around, holding a little tiny thing in my arms who had just PROVEN she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch... I'd just sold a considerable portion of my family into slavery, but as I looked around, nobody seemed unhappy about it. My new owner, Bernie, got up and circled behind Terise and plugged himself in, and Terise looked over at me with that creamy look in her eye that said she'd asked him to. Aretha was bouncing up and down on my OTHER owner's lap, begging him to fuck her, but he was busy telling her that this was neither the time nor the place to take her cherry. And Wesley had a big double-handful of red hair, the owner of which was grinning from ear to ear while sucking his thirteen-year-old pecker... Amazingly, none of this bothered me a whole hell of a lot; we'd lucked out and these were decent dudes...

A little about me, I guess. I probably sound white; Terise is ghetto black from the big city, but I was raised in the burbs -- and in nice ones, at that. I even have some college; the reason I took the job at the school was that I wanted to get the kids here, at least, and I still couldn't GET a job, college or not, due to my 'ethnic heritage' -- meaning I'm OBVIOUSLY mixed Black and Puerto Rican. The fact that Dad is a college professor isn't visible...

The fact that I'm a big sonofabitch is, though -- I weight maybe three-twenty. So I'm big -- but when I moved away from our college town to the city I wasn't gangsta enough for the local girls -- I was just a fat boy and an Oreo. Nobody wanted shit to do with me -- except Terise.

Don't ask me why; she took one look and did everything but trip me and throw herself down on the sidewalk underneath me! It was, well, gratifying -- and Terise brought a helluva blowjob and a tight, wet pussy to the table and was free with it. I couldn't pass it up -- and it's been sixteen years and I don't regret it. Yeah, she's as big as a house -- so what? Four kids later, if I want it, I get it -- and if I don't want it for a couple of days, she wants to know why. She keeps an eye on me, because I do look at other pussy -- who doesn't? -- but I bring it home; that still isn't that hard to do. There have been a couple of times that she's hinted that if I have to go outside, she'd rather that I brought it home and did it in front of her than having someone else tell her what I was up to; she's got issues, because she's big and she isn't hot in the face and such. Some women would get jealous, but she doesn't seem to think she deserves me in the first place, so jealousy isn't smart, because she thinks she would lose out in a 'It's her or me' situation DESPITE our four kids and all the time we've been together...

Bernie was doing her up; he was pounding away and Terise was jiggling like Jello! She looked up at me and said, "This be all right, right? It's in the family?"

Bernie watched me, kind of nervous, but I knew what was what -- I'd been paying attention in briefings. "He's up first, Hon -- him and Gene. I bat cleanup now. You're SUPPOSED to fuck him."

"Oh, shit, Baby..." I could tell from her face that she was warming up for a big one -- and I'd freed her up to enjoy it. We might have problems later; I would have to talk to my new owners.

Meanwhile, Aretha was bouncing up and down on Gene's fingers, still begging him to stick his cock in her -- and he was arguing... I walked over. "When you were just trying her out, it probably wasn't a good time, since you could say no -- but now that it's hooked up..." I offered.

"It's not that simple..." Gene said. "My concubine, Kathy, used to be my wife. She has had a hard time getting used to the whole more than one woman idea... We're moving slowly -- if I just climbed on Aretha, it would probably hurt her. In a couple of days..."

Okay, that made sense. "I get it. Terise might throw a guilt trip when she comes down," I told him.

Then there was some noise and the wall lit up. There were a couple of other women on the screen -- three, it was. Two of them I'd seen before. "Gene? Gene, can you hear me?" the brown-haired woman said.

"Yeah..." The look on his face said he'd forgotten they were watching -- and of course, this was the first I knew of it.

"Gene, do it. I can't stand listening to her suffer. Give her what she wants -- I'll be okay."

Gene, looking a little irritated and embarrassed, said, "You need to remember who is in charge, here!"

"I know who's boss, Sweetie, but you're worrying about me and it's okay, really!"

Aretha let out a squeal and hopped up for a second and grabbed Gene's dick and just sat on the thing! She's just like her momma, I guess -- hungry pussy... There wasn't any blood or anything; her eyes popped, but then she was riding it like a pogo stick, puffing and blowing and having a gay old time! I watched it for a minute, but Aretha was running things -- Gene was just supplying the dick, you know? I couldn't get upset about that...

Meanwhile, this little tiny thing was trying to climb me like a tree. "Jeez, Honey," I said, "What do you want?"

"What they're getting!" She waved an arm around to encompass Terise and Aretha and Wes and the redhead.

"Well, you give a helluva blowjob, Hon, but I dunno..." I mused.

"Come on, give me a baby!" she cajoled, "Bernie has this thing about my age, but I'm ready -- and I want that!" She reached out to rub my cock.

"I dunno..."

"Oh, JEEEZUS! FUCK!" Terise wailed.

"Come on..." I picked the little chick up and she wrapped her legs around me and I carried her like a little kid on my hip over to where Terise was going apeshit on Bernie's dick.

"What's this?" my new owner puffed.

"I want to ride Ramon!" the girl said.

"Harrah, you aren't big enough, or old enough..." Bernie argued.

"I bet I am!" the girl -- Harrah -- argued.

Bernie seemed to think about it -- as much as anybody can think when fucking Terise, which isn't much. Finally, he said, "Don't hurt her -- but give her what she wants if you can."

Harrah leaned up and whispered in my ear, her breath hot on my skin, "Just pick me up and put me down on it -- I'm not a virgin. Come on..."

I said, "You're shitting me, right? I'm generally in THAT!" and I pointed to Terise, who had to be three times her size...

"My pussy is as big as hers!" Harrah insisted. "Bernie's been in it -- and Terise isn't complaining he's too small..."

Harrah had a point; Bernie was long-stroking Terise -- and he had plenty to do it with. I grabbed Harrah's little butt and picked her up and brought her around...

"You know what? She was right! We did about three short strokes to spread her lubrication and then she grabbed my neck and I just started jamming, holding her ass steady -- and she whined and gurgled and kissed my face and neck and panted -- and yelled, "OH, HOLY SHIIIIIIIT!" about thirty seconds in and that pussy of hers went nuts...

I was gonna LIKE this family!

I didn't pay much attention to anything else until I got my nut; I had a wild child in the saddle and she took it all! I collapsed in a chair when I'd finished, and little Harrah rode me down. Only then did I think to look at Terise.

I could tell that she couldn't decide whether to be unhappy or not. Bernie had given her a pretty good fuck, I figured, and that kind of balanced what Harrah and I did. But...

"Now you discovered little girls, are we done?" Terise asked.

"Nah. Long-term, she couldn't take the heat," I replied, offhand.

Harrah swatted me on the shoulder for that, but I think she understood. Looking over at Terise, she asked, "Can you share a little bit?"

Terise looked up at Bernie, who had parked himself on a chair arm, then at Harrah. "Can you?"

Harrah nodded soberly. "Yeah, I can spare a little."

"Okay, then." Terise raised herself to the vertical and lumbered to her feet. "Okay, then."

Sometime while I was off fucking, Aretha ran out of steam. She was cuddled against Gene, but she wasn't moving. Wes was over on the couch on the redhead's lap instead of vice-versa -- probably because he was just that little bit smaller yet. Well, it wouldn't last. I checked on Ray and Marvin; Marvin was asleep. That kid could sleep through a hurricane, I think. Ray was sitting there, looking wary; he was just old enough to know for sure what we were doing and too young to participate. He caught me looking and made a face, "Are you guys done with that icky stuff?"

Bernie got up, nodding. "Let's go to Medical and get checked out." I bussed Harrah on the lips and put her on her feet and started gathering the kids.

The rest of the family met us at Medical. We fed Terise into the tubes for a couple of hours; no one else really needed much. She was better than she'd ever been when she came out, but she was still big; we wanted her to retain that comfortable Momma thing. We shrank her breasts back down to Double D -- they really HAD resembled watermelons -- and the medics worked on her back so she wouldn't have any difficulty carrying them nice and high. She was very happy with the changes, her only question for Ramon being, "Can you carry me and fuck me like you did Harrah?" As it turns out, he could...

Tuesday was the day that the AI announced, "Gonzalo Cuatrecasas, your period of probationary service is over. Your supervisors have withdrawn their objections to your presence and you are awarded your full CAP score of six point seven. You will continue in your current position, responsible for unregistered male concubine candidates. You may select a second concubine -- or a mixed couple with children and a further female."

To say that I was surprised would be to understate the case considerably! I had anticipated taking months -- perhaps years -- to establish my reputation before being legitimized, but it had been mere days! Clearly, despite his forbidding nature, the Decurion was a fair man and one that I would find it necessary to express my gratitude to in some manner -- but I also knew that merely bubbling my thanks to him would mean nothing. No, I would need to continue to serve in my current position in an exemplary fashion; justification of his confidence in me was more important than gestures of gratitude.

In the matter of the selection of a second concubine, the choice was clear, if she was available. Jolene Wells, the sister of the addict Bernice Farris, had impressed me on a number of occasions. We met regularly to discuss the progress of the woman's sister -- which was slow, but the AIs considered that she was recovering -- and I found the woman's personality to be even more impressive than her physical charms, which were considerable, given that she had once been the proprietress of a lingerie shop. If pressed, I would have to admit that the addict Bernice's progress was not rapid enough to warrant daily updates with her sister Jolene, but I found Jolene's company to be extremely pleasant and thus encouraged them, anyway.

The substitution of an addiction to sex for Bernice's addiction to painkillers was a questionable tactic in my mind, but it had the advantage of being feasible; Bernice was not going to GET painkillers at any Confederacy facility -- the medics would merely cure the underlying problem, if there was one. Just turning off the reason for her addiction was confusing for Bernice, so the AIs told her that the pleasures to be extracted from sexual activity were her path to a cure. Bernice's initial response was to attempt to entertain men in quantity, and it had to be put to her that pleasure is qualitative, not quantitative. Unfortunately, just as she began to shift her focus, we emptied out the Bachelor Male Concubine Quarters, leaving her with the absolute dregs of our collection of male candidates for use as sexual partners.

Unfortunately, due to the time limitations we were operating under -- we would reach orbit at Nuevo Angelino this coming Friday -- the flow was slowly reversing again as male concubines recognized the fact that they were holding their families back -- or their mates were making that point for them. These familial losses were Bernice's gains and she was careful to ensure that each one she came into contact with had his pain assuaged to the best of her ability, since they were the source of her fix, as it were, and she desired to maintain a positive relationship with her sources of supply.

This was not a bad thing; the woman had been a whore before, but an extremely poor one, her personality flat and unattractive, her actions mechanical. Now, given a requirement to obtain quality pleasurable experiences, she was working to inject some personality into her efforts. This, according to the AIs, was all a part of the grand plan, as it should, at some point, result in a relationship.

This was the reason for my daily meetings with Jolene, then -- examining her sister's progress and comparing and coordinating our efforts at rehabilitation. We would more or less shamelessly examine the highlights of Bernice's previous day with an eye toward fine-tuning her efforts, either from my authoritarian position or Jolene's sisterly advice. We generally met just after noon; Bernice was usually resting at that point, her primary period of activity being the late evening or very early morning. Jolene came in and I greeted her cordially as usual and we settled in to examine Bernice's progress, which appeared to have been slower than in previous days -- or was it faster? It was slower in that Bernice only entertained two clients -- and faster in that she expended considerable effort on each. Both of the males were somewhat devastated at having been ejected from their families; Bernice provided them with a shoulder to cry on and generally seduced them into obtaining pleasure and solace from her. The quality and quantity of emotional involvement she appeared to inject into these episodes indicated that unless she was an accomplished actress, she was rapidly approaching the point where one individual male would impress himself upon her and she would attempt to nourish a relationship.

Both of these episodes were intense depictions of seduction; I found myself to be aroused, observing them, and Jolene unmistakably was also -- her lack of clothing made it impossible to hide the flush or the erection of her nipples. When we had finished observing Bernice's second act, I mastered myself and commented, "This is amazing progress, I think."

Jolene nodded. "I think the period where she had to do without actually helped; she appreciates what she is getting, now."

I nodded. "I agree. Things are proceeding satisfactorily, I think."

On a normal day, this would have more or less concluded things, and Jolene made to depart -- but I collected her hand and moved on to the second item on the agenda, "Stay. I wish to have a personal conversation with you, if I may."

"Okay." She settled cautiously back into her seat.

I gathered myself. "I find you to be extremely impressive. Your beauty, your regal bearing, these are extremely attractive to me. My regard for you increases at our every meeting. Would you do me the honor of becoming my concubine?"

Her eyes widened in shock. "Me? Knowing what you know of my sister?"

"The comparison of the two if you is striking -- you are everything your sister is not," I replied. "You are not to blame for her troubles, yet your concern for her says so much about how exemplary you are."

"I should say similar for you!" Jolene burst out. "Bernice has to be a thorn in your side, yet you have made it your duty to watch over her and haven't taken advantage of her in any way..."

"Ah, but I have!" I replied. "Watching over her brings me into contact with you!"

Jolene blushed. "You have such a way... You're serious, then?"

"But of course!"

"I would be honored..."

An AI seems to be present EVERYWHERE... At this point, the air shimmered with "This is acceptance, Jolene Wells?"

"Yes." Jolene's eyes held mine. "It is."

"Duly recorded."

I stood and used the hand I held to bring her to me around my desk. She melted into my arms. "I wanted this," she husked. "At the risk of interfering with your high opinion of me, I wanted -- want -- more..."

"I have never entertained a woman in my office," I murmured. It was true; not even Marie had delivered herself to me at a place of work -- and we had an understanding about such things that approached a contract of concubinage. Marie was a true trophy wife; love was not really a feature of our relationship. I was her provider and protector and she repaid my efforts with her services, sexual and otherwise. If, in my business dealings, I needed a client seduced, she did that, too -- and it never came up in conversation...

"Your desk is clean..." Jolene observed.

I would not have thought it comfortable, but Jolene had no complaints. We didn't hurry; I do not force myself upon women, take my pleasure, and withdraw -- even with Marie. It was several minutes before my phallus entered her tunnel of love, and we worked to please one another at a sedate rate that maximized the pleasure of this, our first union. When it was over, we were both more than pleased; I took my next appointment with Jolene on my lap, impaled upon my still rampant erection -- and then we sampled one another for a second time...