She held herself proud as she carefully placed her hands over Susan's. Tears streaming from her eyes. She had a sudden intake of breath as her hand co...tacted the rod, but her face glowed with joy. She quivered a bit as she nodded and softly kissed Susan on the mouth, she reluctantly stepped back. Next Anne stepped forward from the same side as Jill and the process was repeated.On down the line Susan moved one step at a time. She had made love with each and every one of these women. She had. She looked at me, sitting dumfounded in the wheelchair. "Do you think... ?" she started and shut up."I sure hope so, it's either that or you have gone completely around the bend. Oh, babe, I hope so. I truly do. Oh yes." Before this I had always looked on fatherhood as something to be shunned and avoided at all costs. Suddenly, without any reservations whatsoever, I wanted to be a father. I wanted kids of my own."Well, Keith, are you up to a trip to the states?" Bobbie asked him. "Bring your. He stopped her before he finished, and patted her head as he told her, "Good work. Back to position; I have another to investigate."As Annette knee-walked back to her starting place, Steve stepped up to where a shivering Joelle knelt. He took her chin in his hand, tilted her head back, and repeated his question.Joelle shuddered, and said, "I wish to be owned, to be taken harshly, to be bred by my master and used according to his whims."Steve looked her in the eye, and said, "And so you shall. There is one large shelter, built with bamboo, ironwood, and thatch. There is a large covered porch, with wicker furniture, hammocks, and tables, which leads almost seamlessly to a spacious inside living area with hammock chairs, wicker couches, chairs, and tables. There is a door but usually there is just mosquito netting draping the doorway. The kitchen has a large ironwood table, big enough to feed 8, but that is not its intent. There are comfortable chairs at the table, a bar, and bar.