At first we passed only males, and we noted some of the female conference attendees were looking them over rather closely. One lady was weighing, in t...e palm of her hand, the scrotum and balls of a guy with a washboard stomach and very defined musculature. A little further on we saw a long row of female prostitutes.Just then I saw a chained and very slender body, but couldn't quite see the face yet. When the girl turned I recognized Julie, a girl who had been in my English Literature class last. I returned to where they were seated and placed the servingtray on the table. I placed a cup before Nicole and a cup before my wife. Ipicked up the coffee pot and poured them each a cup of coffee. After I placedthe coffee pot back on the serving tray I returned to my demure stance. I waspraying that I would just melt to nothing but life was not that kind. I?m notsure how long it was before my existence was acknowledged; seconds seem tostretch into eternity when you?re in situations like this.. Stage 3 is complete.”“Initializing Stage 4...”I was teleported once again, this time into a room with a circle painted in white on the floor. I was once again wearing my armor, and had my spear in my right hand, and my shield fastened to my left arm. Opposite of me there was a man who looked like a roman soldier. He was armed similarly to the way I was armed, with a shorter spear called a Hasta, a rectangular shield called a Scutum, and a sword called a Gladius.“Stage 4: Combat. You have been. ”“We made it together,” she said. “What are you doing? This should at least be held in private, not before the entire world.”“But shouldn’t the world know that your wife wants to be bred by me?” I asked. “That she’s desperate to have a daughter. A daughter from a woman.”“Stop this!” Phillipa snapped. “My wife is a private citizen. She’s not a part of any politics. You can’t do this.”“Surely you watched the debates,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing. “Surely you understand that this is how I.