“I didn’t?”“I got my fix on a regular basis. Granted, I’d have acted a lot more masher-like if I’d known you thought I was gay.” I frown...d. That hadn’t come out quite right. “I mean I’d have acted more masher-like if I’d known you weren’t a lesbian.” That wasn’t right, either.She laughed and her hand squeezed my knee.“Can I do something I’ve wanted to do a long time?” she asked.“Sure,” I said, happy that I didn’t have to talk.That’s when she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.You know those. Then we started the critical phase. I slowly increased the estrogenlevels in his hormonal treatment and monitored the growth of theendometrium in the artificial organ using Nuclear Magnetic Resonanceand when it was ready for implantation we increased the progesteronelevels, simulating a normal menstrual cycle. I had already collectedsome sample eggs and inseminated them with the guy's semen. I chosethe best candidate embryo and inserted into his artificial womb usingan injection. In normal in. But, when she realized she was not being held captive, and that she had the opportunity to be the surrogate mother for nearly a thousand children, her mood improved.It was a struggle to get the group going every morning. Calvin and James came up with a plan to divide the children into an army of sorts. That got them accustomed to moving in a more orderly fashion. The problems of having that many children that were no longer slaves under control of their masters started to cause problems as we. My slut. So say it.”“I’m your slut,” Magnolia said, moaning at every thrust. “I belong to you.” “That’s a good girl, Mags.” He sounded much friendlier and cheerful now, shooting his hot load of cum up her ass. He pulled out slowly, and it spilled all over the floor. Magnolia felt her head getting pushed down to the ground again, her face shoved straight into Ranger’s still-warm cum on the ground.“Lick it up, Mags. Rule one, you don’t want to waste my cum.”Magnolia looked up at him, her.