“G-pa, Gwen doesn’t seem to think she can take you all the way down her throat like her Grandpa wants her to learn to do.” I grinned and stepped...up to her side, my fingers trailing into the sweet dampness of her groin and plying her folds with gentle persuasion. Becky was standing behind her rubbing her body against Gwen’s as Brandy removed her shirt and bra. Gwen was the only one fully naked, a situation that was quickly remedied as Brandy and Becky stepped away and stripped.The girls led her. They were slaves in all but name,registered to a supervisor at birth, they never got to choose anything.Their supervisor, a member of a higher class, could order them to doanything, and punish them however they saw fit without repercussions,even killing the Class-F citizen if they so desired.Everything was nicely defined, people knew where they stood, thengenetic re-engineering became viable. All of a sudden a class-A citizencould be re-assigned to become class-F, people in the lower. I could see that this made her happy which made me happy. I was getting more hopeful about our future all of the time. I felt that the time might be right to try and start adding romance or should I say sex, back into our marriage.The next day I called Patty from work with the idea of suggesting we go out for a romantic dinner while hoping to make love to her afterward. When I asked her about going out for a nice dinner, Patty hesitated before saying, "No, I... I can't tonight. I have to go to. "Fuck you feel so good, Mary Ann," Whitey moans as I feel all my desire die inside of me. I tumble forward out of his grasp and sit on the floor, stark naked and dripping as anger builds in place of my desire. "What...what did you just call me?!" I cry as Whitey looks at me in confusion before he realizes what he just did. "Oh...oh Alice I--" he starts but I quickly stand and walk away from him. "NO," I shout as I head to the wardrobe and grab a new dress, "There is no explanation that can get.