“But not you, huh? Not a breast man?” She asked, pushing her breasts out even further, her nipples both obviously pierced and holding barbells, we...e tenting the front of her industrial strength brassiere.I shrugged and smiled. “What can I say? I like breasts just fine, every man, whether straight, gay or a eunuch will look given a chance, but I like a hard-body girl with muscled legs, a washboard stomach and a firm butt...” I trailed off with a wink, shrugging a second time.“And that is why he. Neera started to protest, but Arcee held up a hand. "For someone who'ssupposed to be atop the world right now, you sure didn't look happy.And, while I'm not great at reading emotions, I'm sure I saw you neartears at least once."She gave Neera a penetrating look, the question obvious in herexpressive, purple eyes. "Why?"The apex held Arcee's gaze. Ticci couldn't have a better mother, shethought affectionately. She's one in a million -- a kind, caring andgiving person who's blessed with a special. He knew what was going on in my head.But, why the power? What did I really want? What did I need?The emotions in me were so conflicting, I was reeling.I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck all of them, every damn one, all three thousand. Line them up! On their backs! Now, start! Fuck every one of them whether she wanted it or not! Fuck them hard and fast! Make them pregnant!What? Three thousand children? Thirty-six thousand dirty diapers a day. The volume of baby poop would be. Sex with my ex had been good, at least I had thought so, but I figured if it was great with the new guy then he would be mine. As a result of this, I opened myself up to doing just about anything that was new and exciting: role playing, sex toys, weird positions, etc ... It was my Kama Sutra period. So when one of my regulars at the beauty shop told us about overhearing her older brother talking to a friend about a "bead job" he'd gotten in a Bangkok whorehouse when he was in the Air Force..