" She bargained.Mr. Groves scowled. "And you'll leave me alone for the rest of the weekend." She finished toughly.His scowl deepened. "Two sessions." ...e nodded. "But I get a turn when my friend is done."Debbie studied him for a moment and then nodded. "All right, but no games, no funny stuff, and most definitely no blow job." She said with distaste.He sighed again and then nodded. "But I'm not letting you off on Sunday; you can have tomorrow to yourself." But mum's having her annual summer. " Thus my time on the Sisyphian treadmill." So who's Kasumi? Your cook or maid? Mail-order bride?"I started slowing the treadmill, moving into a cooldown phase, and gave her a sharp look. "Kasumi is a very close friend who has agreed to help me manage the house. She's not a servant, and I'd greatly appreciate it if you would not treat or refer to her as one."I lightened my tone. "I don't have servants. The concept is socially uncomfortable. I suppose I do have a cleaning service, but they only. “Fine bi me ... as long as I get plenty of tongue there while Bruno and Rick are plowing my ass,” Nina giggled now, “oh, and if this kid is Bruno’s ... and the second is yours, then the third should be Rick’s. Agreed? I want one baby by each of my men. Then those tubes get tied, cut, and double fucking tied.”“Oh, hell, why not ... there’s a pretty good chance that by then, I’ll be dead, anyway, and it won’t even be my problem! I just want to put one bun in the oven to finally pass on my genes. "What is it, Doctor?" Batterton asked me.I was reluctant to hand it over to him. Inside the watch was a pen-and-ink drawing of an absolutely ravishing woman. She was naked, with long, flowing hair, an exceptionally fine bosom, and a mons pubis completely free of hair."It is indeed exquisite," I finally agreed in a choked voice. Batterton and Connor reacted no less strongly."We found her a-floatin' in the wreckage of a British frigate," he said after his brief introduction of her which I have.