Walker watched in disbelief as Fig reached up and took one of the heavy breasts in its forelimbs, pulling it down to its face, its mandibles opening l...ke grasping fingers as it sucked something that looked uncomfortably close to a teat into its mouth. It began to suckle, drinking down the amber fluid. The bizarre scene went some way to explaining why their mouth openings were so small.The Replete held out its remaining arms to Walker, and he backed up, shaking his head.“Oh no, it’ll be a cold. ." " ... Yann, Ivan, Sean and Juan." "They are brothers." "They say your sons." "But we..." " ... and Zane..." "We are not sons." "We are other." "We want to be like them, Boss." "How become we the sons?"It took me a second to link all the sentences together. Then I got it. The idiots must call themselves my 'sons' - as twisted as that idea is. "Ok. Listen, the only difference between you and them is the sex." Ja." "Yes."I waited but they didn't go on. "I fuck them. I'm not fucking you two.". I started the dishwasher and joined them. My wife was setting with her legs crossed and showing a mile of tanned thigh. At one hundred pounds even her five foot four body is a tight package. With shoulder length straight blonde hair and blue eyes she is most guys dream. We sat out there for just over an hour relaxing and in that time my wide tried no less than four times to get Tim to do her before he leaves. He told her she would have to wait untill he came back. She saw him out and even. I hated it. The food was passable, but that was the only part of the experience even remotely worthwhile. They were so arrogant! All of them! And the palace servants were the absolute worst. To the nobles and royals, I was no more or less than a common servant and thus invisible unless I erred somehow, but the palace staff could see my humble roots, and treated me like the lowest of the low.During this time, Anarion spent much of his time either in the church or brooding in his appointed room..