“Did they make the rice?” I asked.A cute little eleven-year-old boy answered, “Any fool can badly slice fish to put on rice or make a roll. Only...someone trained by a master can make the rice. My grandfather taught me to make the family recipe when I was five. I am better and faster than them all. I make most orders back here, and they never know it.”“Come on then,” I told him. “Grab all your stuff so we can show who keeps this place from failing.”He swapped out the stuff I had on my cart with. Despite yourself a small moan escapes your lips, the sensations of mouth and hand on your sensitive breast is overwhelming. Suddenly a finger glides into your now wet pussy, slowly probing, the thumb gently circling your clit. Your thoughts are swirling, who is this person?, how did they get in here? What is going to happen to me and why am I so turned on? The mouth leaves your nipple and glides down till it reaches your clit and slowly starts to suck and lick your clit while the finger. “Do you feel better?” he asked Mary.“Oh yes, Sir. Will we be able to learn to use these things?”“Of course you will. Mary, besides education and training, there are no differences between the people in my house, or in the world I hope to help build.“To quickly get back to what I was saying, you now know about John and Sioux. I seem to have acquired two wives, or they’ll be my wives. One is an uptimer named Elizabeth, just like you, little one. The difference is she’s called Beth. The other wife. We could go to the pier, if we want to be alone,” Heather suggested.“Mm. I’m a little tired, though. Let’s just crash at your place. That couch sounds good. I just want to be with you.”Heather gently ran her hand along my cheek, between gear shifts. I smiled at her, even though I knew she probably couldn’t see it. I knew she felt it.Heather’s parents were playing cards at the dinner table when we arrived. When she saw us, Heather’s mom smiled brightly and folded her cards to the table. A moment.