”“I don’t mind,” I said. “So do you want to see your quarters and station?” I asked. “Or do you want to head to the galley and the concu...ine’s quarters.”“They don’t sleep with us?” I heard Anders ask from the airlock passage.“Once you see the sleeping quarters you’ll understand why they can’t always do that. And remember that your concubines are pregnant. I was just reminded by the AI that we can’t launch Corsica if any pregnant concubines are on board,” I said.“Let’s see the sleeping. “You better believe it; it was almost like that’s the reason he came in,” Cara said with a soft voice. “It was weird. He asked if we had a size fourteen in any black dress shoe. I told him I would have to check the stock in back.” “Size fourteen?” asked Tara, “Was he a big guy?” “No, not really, but he’s the customer so I didn’t ask questions. But when I got to the back he snuck in behind me. Mr. Davis wasn’t in yet, so it was easy for him to follow me.” “Oh, no,” said Tara with a worried. Her drool washed down his cock, shot through with streaks of creamy pre-cum, like some creamy sauce blended into a melting lollipop.Holding only his cockhead in her lips, she twisted her dark head, winding her mouth around on his cock-knob like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt.Jerry frigged up, sinking more cock in.His mother began to move her glossy head up and down, stuffing her mouth. She swallowed a third of his prick, then a half. Her face turned and she took his bulging cock-knob into her. Each woman was with two or three men, in a variety of positions, fucking, sucking, and getting cummed on. All of the women in the pictures were white, but I noticed that some of the men they were with were black. That was something unheard of in our small community. I wasn’t sure what to think, I’d flipped through hundreds of pornographic photos, and was confused about what Dean was suggesting. The only thing I was certain of was how horny I was. Looking at all the pictures had turned me.