Seven! Five were already out from under foot in other Houses, chits in the Game that brought her to her grandmother's place of power at her death. One...was kind enough to get himself killed in a border skirmish before she had to try to find a House for him as well. And now this latest whelp. What was she-The dratted healer was back! "What do you want, woman?!? Can you not see I am trying to decide what to do with that inconvenient ball of flesh you just removed?" she demanded hoarsely, her eyes. Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. And it was cool enough so I laid out a pair of coffee colored shear to the waist pantyhose. I didn't lay out a bra or panties. I picked a nice button up blouse and a pair of heels . When she saw what I had laid out she asked if I was trying to get her laid. I grinned and said maybe. Well that evening her legs definitely got a lot of attention. So after we ate I took her to a local hang out were I knew guys cruised looking to get lucky. We sat at the bar so I knew she could be easily seen and a. The girl was still stood there watching me, and the 3 men.When I’d finished showering and cleaning my egg I went to my locker and got dried. The girl was at the other side of the room getting dressed. I noted that she didn’t put any underwear on under her micro skirt and tank top. I was just slipping on my dress on when the girl turned and walked over to me.“So Georgia, have you been thinking about it?”“What sort of sex shows are they?”“All sorts, we change them just about every night.”“I mean,.