I followed, losing my robe as well. Marty stretched out on the bed on his back. “For this next part,” he said, “I will need to be very hard. Ar...e you ready for the next step?” “Yes,” I replied. “Good, then I want you to lube my cock with the olive oil and bring me to the edge.” Well, while it had been decades since I had last beat Marty’s meat, this part would be easy. The olive oil had an interesting feel when stroked up and down his now glistening shaft, especially when it mixed with the. If I shared him with you, or let anyone else touch him, it would be like I am sharing my underwear with you. Or sharing the same condom as you. I am sure you understand that. I mean you wouldn't want us to share the same tissue paper or the same toilet paper that one of us had just sued to wipe our own ass, do you!!" Ivy making her point."Don't worry Meg. Ivy is saying that she will help you one day get your own personal male slave. Someone good looking or someone whose guts you hate. Maybe one. .. with her wife ... with an adoption lawyer," she said in a hushed voice, the blush blazing in the intermittent light from the street lights and occasional passing car.I was, to be honest, shocked. Lillian Haverstaam is a handsome woman in her late thirties with the body of a gymnast. It never would have occurred to me that she was gay, never mind had a partner and was trying to adopt a baby. "I ... see," was what slithered out of my usually more controlled mouth in a tone that was almost. If you were paying attention just now you would have seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice."I don't really care what you try to do to prove me wrong, so go ahead and knock yourselves out. But just so you know, you all can do what you need to over the next few months proving me right so that you can get it all out of your system."So good luck to you all in trying to get him back," said Marie equally as softly as she smiled savagely and released Alana's hand.Rubbing her sore hand, Alana.