The more or better skills you had, that your employer needed, the higher you would be paid for them. The people with the least valuable skills should ...ake the least. If they weren't able to live on that, they needed to develop skills that were in higher demand."That's the way people like you justify paying yourselves a hundred times as much as you pay your workers. Whatever you do is always worth so much more than what they do. In your mind." What I do, young lady, is create and protect all. ”“That makes sense,” she said. “I was rushing to get inside before the physical changes began.”“Does it hurt?” he asked after a moment of silence.“Best fucking orgasm I have ever had in my life,” she said. Her words had conviction in them. “The explosion of light heralded the change.”“So it doesn’t hurt now?”“Only thing that hurts is how patient I have to be for it to finish.”She was silent and a pull began in earnest on his cock. It felt nice.“What are you impatient for?”“Sex mostly, but. I rolled over not wanting to get up. Oh, that warm skin felt nice against mine. My eyes popped open and I found myself curled up next to my cousin Dale. Or, I guess I could call him brother now. Only last night had we found out that my dad was his father too and that our parents had been hiding that fact from both of us. It still felt surreal that I had a brother now when I had been an only child my whole life. I wasn't sure if I had truly processed it yet and I didn't think Dale had either. I. She only used her mouth, not her hands. It was great and I cum in her mouth and she swallowed it. Then it was time to head back to our cabins again.Wednesday was more of the same until our evening group discussion when Cassandra asked, “How come we are only supposed to have sex to procreate when it seems to be so much fun? Hookers even do it for money! Jesus had a hooker for a girlfriend!”That night when we went to the old fishing dock and all got naked Cassandra wanted Bob to fuck her!Desiree.