Vince had seemed so interesting on the chat line, she had pictured staying over in his expensive downtown hotel room. She’d even bought new underwea... for the occasion and had been dieting religiously for the past two weeks. Had he guessed it was her, had he figured it out and now he was going to catch her in the act? Panic. What should she do, make a run for it now? She watched as he arrived at the check out counter and was making a purchase. It was a single long stemmed, yellow rose wrapped. I hope she enjoys what she gets from him. I know you warned her, Stan, so she can’t say she didn’t know.’ Stan felt uncomfortable. ‘Well, Anne, it’s her choice. But I don’t think it’s a good one, no. It’s not my place to interfere, though is it?’ ‘No, Stan, it’s not.’ – – – – – – – – – – The next day, Stan asked Anne if she fancied a drink down at the Mitre in the evening. ‘It became almost a habit, and I enjoyed it. I miss it, a bit,’ he told her. ‘Sounds like a good idea, but I can’t drink. I. " Sara responded laughing. "What do you intend to do with them?" I asked. "Well, if you're over here in 5 minutes then we can discuss it. If you're not, then I guess I'll do whatever I want with them. For instance, they'd look mighty lovely on the bulletin board in the main laundry room," she stated in a firm tone of voice. "Alright," I began to answer passively. "Oh Marc," Sara says interrupting me, "Do not change. Is that clear?" she asks demandingly. "Yes." I responded. "Marc, now. "Fuck..." muttered Clark to himself. He had forgotten to check in the folder how many other breeders would be attending the session. A girl new to the colony would have her first few sessions with only one man, then gradually as she becamed more comfortable around the breeders and accustomed to the breeding routine, she would be paired with more and more men at each session, eventually working her way up to about half a dozen or so at a time. The more comfortable she was at orgasming with.