George walked over to the platform and nervously stepped onto it as Mark punched in a new set of commands. "Here we go". He felt his body get torn apa...rt for a second then get rapidly put back together as the bright light surrounded him. It faded a moment later as his underwear and jeans fell off.He turned towards Mark and pulled them up again. "Is this normal?"Mark smiled and pointed to a closet in the back of the room. "Yes. There are some clothing you borrow in that closet. Lucy can help you. ..I think...”It was then that a fourth person entered the room. She came from the small hall leading to the other rooms. A girl no older than 16 walked around the kitchen. She opened and dug around the cabinets obviously looking for something, oblivious to the three of us. The girl was pretty good looking too. A nice short tight jean skirt, that really showed her ass. Some sort of “designer” shirt and short brown hair. She finally came across a bottle of olive oil. Checking it, she grinned. I did not hesitate. I crawled over and grabbed his ass cheeks.I admired the firmness as I kneaded them and spread them apart. I could see his tight sphincter, pink and surrounded by a small ring of hairs. I cupped his ass cheeks, and began to kiss them repeatedly, slowly savoring the warm smoothness of his skin. I pushed my face gently into his ass crack, breathing slowly and deeply, smelling his manliness. As my cheeks touched his, I felt so at home. I swirled my tongue around his pink. As time went on and society got more ‘modern,’ raids became fewer and fewer – diplomacy was the choice for most disputes. Each Family was still ruled by the Head. Tradition was that the Head was a man, though if you looked closely you would not find any laws mandating it anywhere. Each Head picked an Heir at some point, the man who would succeed him. Occasionally it was a son, but often it was from outside the immediate family. Sometimes the choice was wise, sometimes not, which is why.