.. serviced?” Monica’s voice went up.“I love it,” said Barbie. “And there are plenty of times when we service them, too. It all works out.�...“It sounds so impersonal,” said Monica.“Nope. It’s never impersonal.”“I’m good, but I don’t think I’m that good,” said Bobby. “And what happened to you all competing over me?”“Careful, buster,” said Julie. “We can all turn around and go back to my room.”“So first you bust my balls - literally - and then you want to give me blue balls?” He didn’t smile, but. We're compatible in that we both score highly for "non-monogamist," "experimentalist" and "voyeur/exhibitionist." So we have some common ground and like experimenting, then it comes to she's dominant and I'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That's the part I really like. What it says about dominants:"Dominants like to be in charge. Some like to have their partner obey them without question." That's us. Then of course, "Dominants typically pair up with submissives."Then,. Xavier calmly walks into the center of the room and clears the conference table of all sorts of papers, laptops, and coffee cups. No one moves, and he entrances them all with his impecable charisma as he finally speaks. "Gentlemen and ladies, I appologize for this inconvenience, but I am afraid that it is very necessary." he motions to me to join him on top of the enormous wooden table. "This is Wyvvs. Many of you know her very well. I am here to impregnate her, and all of you are going to be. The lady fixed me with a glare that would have melted hard steel like butter in its path. Instead of being nonplussed by the lack of gratitude, I marveled at her ability to glare with such blatant hatred at the person responsible for saving her life. I knew it was the loss of her beloved hat that incensed her to the breaking point and her bad behavior was of no consequence to me in the slightest.Of course, we both boarded the train and sat opposite each other on the hard-backed bench. I was.