I took the time off already when Trish told me all of them were. I really want to be here." With that she came and sat in my lap and gave me a kiss."J...yce, with all of you here sometimes I let things slip. Your part of my harem, my family and you will be my owned slave. Don't ever think for a moment that I don't want you with me." She was kissing me all over when those words left my mouth."Yes, Master, Yes Master. I was so worried you didn't want an old slave like me there." Joyce, your mine. By the way, I've got something to show you.”“Ooh, what could that be?”Rosie just looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and took my hand. “Come,” she said. “I want you to see the latest addition to my collection.”She stood and led my by the hand to the room I thought of as her boudoir. I'd been there before, of course, when, as part of my interview, she'd “sampled the goods,” and I knew the walls were tastefully decorated with erotic prints.But as I entered the room I just gasped. Directly. In fact, our 'benefactors' had conditioned all the women to be bisexual and polygamous. I learned this at one of our afternoon meals. While a few admitted prior experience, most stated bluntly that they had never drifted in that direction before. It did help though, especially when one of the girls, my niece Fiona or Carol in particular, got a desire to experiment. When that happened the nights got very long and involved. Still with each morning we would all awaken refreshed and ready to face. When my parents separated, we stayed with mom in the house, so there was continuity, but the next year all was lost. For whatever reason she decided to move my younger sister and I across the country to the west coast. It was fucked. I was just entering high school was on junior varsity basketball team, and had my eye on Katie Hollison, a cheerleader with a beautiful smile and even more beautiful cleavage.Needless to say, when we moved to northern California, I lost everything. No friends, no.