Now there were about three to four men in the corridor and we had to pass through them. I kept Saima in front as I wanted to see how would these guys ...reat her as she walks by them. Saima went ahead confidently and ready to receive various compliments.As she entered the guy’s zone they lunged for her breasts pressing them squeezing them. I could hear Saima moan as she felt the sweet pain the guys were giving her. Some even touched her pussy and ass cheeks were pressed. Saima allowed them all. She and my other wives kept each other's company.I kept to the forge and the glass house for labor. The throwing and pressing of glass plates and goblets consumed my time. Who would have thought that Cherry wood does not leave an ash that interferes with hot glass? Who would have thought that without an annealing furnace all thrown glassware destroys itself from rapid cooling?Our smithy teams poured many brass goods that winter including a few nice deck guns. Hinges, pipes, wheels and gears. Just say the same thing — we decided we aren’t ready to marry, and we’ll decide in the future if we are. And you have a legitimate answer for him — medical school. You might end up in California or Georgia, after all.”“True. I wouldn’t bet on that, but it’s certainly possible.”“And of course your inability to support a wife and family, especially during your last two years of medical school. Yes, we both know I could work and make sufficient money for us to live, but having a baby would be. That was his cover job. He was a millionaire who had already raised two other girls to become powerful executives and professionals. The women Wayne brought up had to give a portion of their salaries to him. After Erika, his third child, Wayne planned to raise one more child and retire. I don't know whether Wayne's death was good or bad. On one hand he made girls better off financially when they grew up. On the other hand, that came at the cost of great pain and suffering during their youth.My.