“Fuck” I whispered under my breath.We reached the bottom of the stairs and were presented with another corridor. This one was much darker and orna...e. Mini chandeliers had been mounted on the walls, and the flooring looked like it had been laid in marble.A series of unmarked oak doors were on each side of the corridor. Each door had a small glass viewing panel above a brass door handle.As we approached the first door, Tony instructed me to take a peak in.I looked through the panel into a red. He was depositing his love making and baby planting seeds. My womb sucked it up… he was number one! The second man I flew to meet was Ethan from the great state of Texas. He lived in a charming little town called Farmersville. He was 37 years old, a fireman, and newly divorced. He has shared custody of his 2 small daughters. The day I came to visit it was during the 3 months his girls were living with him, so we had to go to a motel for the breeding session. Online for the past 8 months he had. The odd guitar lay about and sweet smelling long-hairs and flowery women were arrayed about in various states of doped-out bliss.Leila and I picked our way through the lounge over ashtrays, dishes and prone bodies to the kitchen.A dreadlocked Rhodesian/Zimbabwean girl was cooking up some lentil stew in a large pot. The spicey aroma blended with the Indian incense into a heady mix.For a guy from the working class suburbs, the exotic surroundings made me very uncomfortable.After a couple of puffs. .. Stretching, Kimber could feel her slightly sore muscles unkinking. Sir’s, or Maeson’s, training program was starting to really help her limberness, as well as improve her ability to breathe. Throwing back the covers, and sliding out of bed, she reached for the tie to her babydoll nightie, letting it loosen, and slide to the floor as she deftly bent over to pick it up, still moving towards her dresser. Her morning routine was getting to be quite artful, as she went from bed to dresser, then.