I wondered what mynew life would be like and if I could turn it to my advantage. Of course Iwas still privately furious about the unasked-for and unwa...ted surgery,and the thought of someday having to be somebody's boyfriend turned meright off. I doubted my captors would allow me to become a lesbian. I hadto admit to myself that in some ways, however, they had done me a favour.They had cured me of my alcoholism, and as long as I never touched a dropof alcohol in my life I would be free of that. And I got to enjoy my big brother's amazing cock at the same time. My little cunny clenched about his thrusting dick, eager for his cum to flood me.Oh, I wanted to be bred. I wanted to get off birth control and carry Clint's child.“Yes, yes, yes, you're making my cunny feel so good. So naughty,” I moaned, his fingers massaging my nipples, rubbing them, pressing them into my firm tits. “Are you going to cum, princess?” he growled, pounding me, our flesh slapping together. “Are you going to cum. "My foster father, Jack Matthews, is the elected Director of Preservation. He wants to preserve the best pieces of what we had and work on improving the rest. Preservation is the largest of the allied communities."I'm sure you need to talk to people Tim. We need to get home and then my three unmarried children need to ride back to the rest of the family. As much as I love Charlie, I miss my husbands and fellow wives."Wendy said, "I'm still getting my head around your marriage. How do you. He was quickly by her side, keen to show that Chief Numa’s desires were accomodated.“Chief Numa? You asked for me?”“Yes, John. A family of newcomers have arrived, bearing unfortunate news. Somewhere to the north of us, two tribes have got into a tussle over a boundary line and it has become a source of fighting and killing. Is this the sort of event where you can intervene, or should we all stay out of it?”John ran his hand over his chin. “That depends on the details. Can the newcomers tell me.