Mr. Smith was what some people would call a Hawk. Mrs. Smith was what most folk would call a Dove, I guess opposites do attract. The Smith’s had two...sons one had moved to Canada to avoid the draft and the other was in Leavenworth for desertion. Mr. Smith blamed Mrs. Smith for making the boys sissies as he called them but they would not get a divorce since they were both Catholic. I enjoyed working for Mr. Smith since I learned a lot about houses and business but I especially enjoyed working for. ." she started. His eyes went wide insurprise, a chill suddenly creeping into his bones. "They can make surewe only have girls," she announced. "So if you were thinking we mighthave a boy, forget it. Furthermore, you don't get a say - it's my womb."He stared off into the distance trying to process what she said. Withevery turn, something else was being taken away, altered by Julia tosome female dominant alternative. It was a daunting reality but insteadof warning him away the danger made it. 'Mariel', I hear my father call me, he is shaking me gently, the warmth and the wine made me doze off, the porn is still on and more to my horror, there are other men in the room.As I come to my senses I realize to my embarrassment my hand is still down the front of my panties, 'Fuck they must know I was doing it, with the porn on and all that', flashed through my mind, but as I sat up and looked from face to face, all I saw was a smile and a cheery demeanor on all the men there, four to be. “Okay.”“Good girl.” he said smiling.He undid the knots in the rope and pulled me up. He took a step back to get a good look at me. “Come here.” He commanded. I took a step towards him and he put his arm around me in a hug, squeezing my ass and rubbing the damp spot between my legs. I almost started crying again. It felt good, but at the same time, it scared me half to death. “I knew you were wet.” He said. Then he went and sat in the chair. “Take off your clothes.” He demanded.“But wait I…” I.