His hand was still holding mine securely in place behind my back, and with his free hand he began to caress my ass cheeks under my skirt. My pussy beg...n to moisten, and as if on cue, his hand was there, two fingers holding my thong aside while one rubbed up and down my wet lips. “Fuck…” I breathed, grinding my pussy against his finger, aching for it to be inside me. “God, Lex, you’re so wet,” he said, kissing my cheek. “It’s your fault,” I whispered over my shoulder, trying to stifle moans. You bloody bastard, you've done it again. You've managed to find a concentration of volunteers capable of sponsoring more concubines than you have concubine candidates present. We've even picked up all the prepack members who aren't present, and are still short.' Whitefeather could tell that MacAllistor was upset — he was rolling his "R"'s again.'How many do we need?''Oh, about a hundred.''WHAT??' Whitefeather looked around at the crowd. There were at least 30 people present, none with a CAP. Joey, as he was called back then, often returned, with broken toys and bruises on his body. Since he knew better than to ever strike a girl, he was essentially defenseless against them. The twins would usually make up some elaborate story of how it happened which always reflected the blame back on Joey. He would then get yelled at by both Linda and his mother. Bill often suspected the truth, but his wife, Margery, always seemed to side with her sister, and if he wanted sex with either of the. He was a really cool guy, and we got along well. But each time after he left, she would complain that the sex was lackluster. She said he only thinks about himself, and rarely engages in any sort of foreplay. I would always keep those words in mind, just in case... I was between jobs, and was running a newspaper delivery route to make money. Not the best job, considering I have a college degree, but it has its good points. Of course, I would have to get up around 1 a.m. every single morning to.