She came and that was all I cared about. My orgasm was a 2nd class sensation. I kept as good a ratio as a guy could, my 1 to her 2. It hurt sometimes....I jerked off more than once, but she got off and that's all I cared about. Then there was the trip, the vacation. Sheila had never seen the ocean and I was in a position to take her there. Bruce and Meredith went to Miami every year and we were able to make arrangements to go to Florida so we shared their room. It sucked. The hotel was 'family. This led to his first orgasm before he could even ejaculate.At the time of this story, Roland was approaching the age of 13; his hormones were not only actively engaging him in masturbation but he began to fantasize about girls. He hadn't actually thought much about sex with any of his sisters but whenever he saw one of his sisters nude upstairs on her way to or from the bathroom, he never failed to get an eyefull of that desired place between their legs. He was only familiar with the hairless. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one of them. I don’t resent him for it. He didn’t throw. “So, Stacey, Ollie, Julianne, Flora, and Rosa, do you all wish to be my concubines as well? Please tell them, if so,” I urged my other five candidates.“Hell, yes!” Stacey shouted.“Yes!” Ollie was unusually assertive.“God, yes!” Julianne cursed.“Si, senor!” Flora answered in Spanish, knowing that the AI could understand and presumably everyone else did in this area.“Dios mio, si!” Rosa also spoke Spanish in response, if more profanely.“Confirmed, then. Ollie and Stacey Hancock, Julianne.