” “But how would that fit in with the relationship with her husband?” Claire asked them. “Surely he would have to be the one know as Daddy?�... “Of course,” Karl told her. “It doesn’t mean to say that we can’t contribute in some way.” “And maybe make more babies?” Jerome smiled. “So you two wouldn’t want to leave at just one then?” The two men turned to face her. Their hands alighted on her sex in unison. “The more the merrier,” Karl joked. “Not sure about that,” Claire told them as their. I’ve never known any other parents. I was born after Mommy and Aunt Kitty had met.Mommy was only nineteen when they met; they’ve shared the past twenty-five years together. They’ve shared one other thing, too, they’re both misandrists, men haters, and I was a boy. That was no problem when I was an infant and young lad. They simply treated my like a daughter. I was dressed in ribbons and bows and my toys were dolls.When I began school they did buy me boy’s clothing but, except on days when I. Although alone in her room she found herself being turn on to her back and her hands being dragged above her head.Then she felt ropes being tied around her wrists; binding her hands together and then them being pulled tight above her head as they were bound to the headboard. She opened her mouth to scream but felt as if a hand was preventing the sound coming out and as she managed to draw a breath in she was greeted with a sharp stinging sensation on her right side of her face as she felt a. But by far the most frustrating times were when Vanessa didn't come to the villa and Matt and Rayne would sometimes have dinner outside under the stars.Sometimes after Rayne would walk around the site, where she would check her wards around the area for intruders, she would return to the manor and he would have dinner spread out on a blanket for them to eat outdoors.It was during one of these times, that Rayne finally got Matt to talk a little about himself as a boy.She found out how he was.