I'd found out, through some of my research on the internet, that Queenie had been correct about me being expected to get all my concubines pregnant. I...had liked Mrs. Castro, but I don't think I'd have been able to do it with her. Hell, I'd pissed in my pants until I was five years old or so, too busy playing to take time out to get to a bathroom in time. Mrs. Castro had helped me change out of my wet pants, after my little accidents, and into the extra pair of clean ones that my mother always. .. ?" Steve said hesitantly.Barbara nodded, understanding the unspoken question."She's in a treatment center up in Dallas," Barbara said. "She's going to get clean and a lot of psychiatric counseling to figure out why she is so... promiscuous... as well as getting her drug dependency taken care of."Steve nodded. It made him feel a little better. His face brightened a little. He was getting some self-control back. That Barbara had come to the counseling session wasn't that much of a catastrophe.. I slid up my left hand, which was playing with her belly button under her choli, slid up slowly, and my palm closed around the pert little breasts over her loose blouse. As I squeezed her firm little tit, she let out a soft sight and pressed her back against me, her nails scraping the skin of my thighs.I lowered my chin and began to flick her earlobes with my tongue, causing her to jerk and squirm further. My right hand which was teasing her neck and shoulders, slid down into the slightly. At the other end there was a simple bar with drinks. There was no furniture, just benches and chairs along the walls. The host went over to the TV and loaded a video which turned out to be a porn movie of a bunch of men standing around a woman jerking off. He hand adjusted the volume and turned towards me. He explained that it was a tradition for the new person at the party to strip first and start masturbating while everyone else watched. I move to the center to the room and slowly.