Rosie, on theother hand, had always adored her. And, it appeared, the feeling wasreciprocated."She sold to us," Rosie continued, "because she is in to...al sympathywith our aims. She was an early founder of the Gynarchy movement. Shegave me a very good price because she thinks we will succeed. But therewere two other stipulations. The first should be easy. We need toensure that she has at least nine ballet pupils every term, only one ofwhich must be a boy. From our network of mothers, daughters,. .. it was always thrilling to feel the strength of a fit man... and gave me a stiff nudge toward the couch. I sat and swung my self around backward, back on the cushions and feet in the air over the back. I hung my head back over the edged and looked up at Tyrone.I lifted my breasts up. "Don't neglect my tits," I said before simply opening my mouth as a final invitation.I have to say, that man knows how to handle sluts. The first thing he did was wrap his big hand around my neck, holding me in. When you open your eyes again, there is a thick journal next to your drink. You squint at it, then glance around the room. No one's even looking in your direction - where did it come from?You pick it up and raise your eyebrows at the title imprinted in faded gilt on what you realize is some sort of leather hardcover. The Codex, it reads, weirdly offset as though badly designed or missing something.You open it curiously, and you can't help but do a doubletake at the obnoxiously bright sticky. It was a pink nightshirt of a soft cotton material, but there was a huge cum stain right in the middle of it. "Ugh," she whispered as she threw it over towards the bathroom door.She glanced at the clock on her nightstand.2:15 in the morning. Jeff should be asleep upstairs. It was worth the risk.She gently opened the door to her bedroom and peaked out. The light from her bathroom was still on and it was just enough to expose her nakedness had anyone been looking in that direction. She.