"Very good. I have a question. What are your plans for the concubines in the unassigned pool?" Sir, first thing this morning Sir, register their schoo...-age children and get them into class. Then, Sir, a CAP retest of the concubines to see if any are sponsor grade and to see if they've picked up any useful skills or aptitudes since their last test. Sir, then assuming they do not have a CAP score high enough to be a volunteer, then to review them for potential cosmetic enhancements to make them. "Grandmother," Anya intoned softly, "please listen to me."Slowly, the old woman turned back around. Her lips were pursed tightly together, and her jaw clenched. In her eyes burned an anger that Anya had never seen before. Anya's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped in fear of the horrible spectacle.The old woman read Anya's reaction. Her own eyes widened, then they closed. "No! Not again," she whispered to herself insistently. "Go away! Leave me! I will _not_ be ruled by you!"Anya. And like an angry Indian goddess I devised a plan.I wore the stolen bra under the most transparent white shirt one can find, pulled on a pair of denim shorts and waited for him to get home from his golf game.The bell rang, I opened the front door and let him see me in my angry vengeance outfit. I could see the shock in his eyes. But I guess in my getting back drama I had piqued his libido instead.He was not overtly sexual while having dinner. But as he sipped on his single malt, I could see him. After a few minutes, he pulled out. My arse hole must have been a gaping hole now it was stretched to his girth. The breeze was welcoming too as it cooled the lube between my cheeks which I found quite soothing.“I love these though”, he said as he pulled at my nipples again. He also touched my balls again and I felt my cock growing once more for him. “Guess you do too”, he slapped my erection playfully then pulled my foreskin back to expose my swelling helmet.He stood back and pulled his.