“Why, you offering?” he counters with a smile.“Ah, I have Steph, but if I was single then yes, why not”“Well, don’t let me stop you!” co...es form a half naked Steph from the doorway, her arm making a poor attempt at hiding her breasts. “It’s okay by me!” Again the cheeky smile.We both blush.“It’s all hyperthetical,” I suggest.“Ah, yes, indeed” Stan agrees.“Rubbish, I can see by your penis’s or is that penii, you’re both game” she replies barely able to keep the smile of her face. “Go on then”. Preparations began months in advance of his awakenings. Girls were flown in from towns all over the planet. They were housed together in their small groups so they cycled together, and with a few subtle hormone treatments, they could be arranged to come into their fertile periods in staggered fashion. There would be no girls who would pass through their fertile periods uninseminated because Jason was overbooked, and there would be no fallow periods without fertile vaginas to be filled, leaving. Blanchard, all too well." If it weren't for my business, I would have moved us both out of here to a more progressive state long ago," he explained."Well that's why you can always visit our hotel sir," I said, plugging our services. "There's no such thing as taboo here."He laughed softly. "Excellent, then I'll see you in a bit?" I can't wait," I murmured and hung up the phone.I quickly covered my desk with someone from the sixth floor. Their two penthouse suites were already taken care of for. He was wearing a white silk shirt over white shorts, and showed me into the home. He introduced himself as Mansour, and offered me a drink, which I declined.Mansour explained that I had come highly recommended by a friend, and that he wanted to treat his wife to a very special massage as a birthday gift. I paid no attention to the “special”, because a lot of clients use similar terminology. I asked where I should set up my table and equipment, and he directed me to the master bedroom, which.