I snaked a hand up her shirt, pawing my way up to her small, supple breasts. My hand was still above her bra, but even through the cotton I could feel...the hard point of her nipple. Andrea had big nipples."Well, looks like somebody forgot to invite me to the party."I spun around, hastily removing my hand from under Andrea's shirt. Donna was standing a few feet away with a Cheshire grin. We both started brushing ourselves off and pretending in vain that nothing had happened, and then I realized. “See, Master ... nothing will ever change our insatiable need for you! We’re hooked ... addicted to you, Master!” Teresa cupped my buns as I fucked Ana good and rough.That was true enough, of course ... they were all chemically dependent on my jizz. They had what Marcy had so succinctly termed “Schumacher Syndrome,” just like most of my harem, male and female alike. Even so, it was mutual by now, especially given how much sex I consistently had with each partner in my family, harem, club, inner. She was a total user and dropped him like a hot potato when she got her claws into a famous millionaire with investments in a major studio. After a period of brief depression, he turned to the less beautiful support females that did the hairstyling or the make up or one of the many jobs that the studios needed to flesh out the project to make a first-class film.Of course, most of the projects that he was involved in were not what one could consider “First Feature” films, but were the grade B or. I had never seen it done better.When we came to the table closet to ours, Polly turned slightly towards me, and whispered, "Please be extra nice to this table. I promise to tell you all about it, later, but just trust me for now." I did trust her, and we lingered with them for a long time, as they lavished me with compliments, while praising Polly to the moon. There was something special about this group, and I made it my business to remember their faces, and names.When Polly was satisfied that.