As I pissed, I felt hands on my ass, fondling my buns with undisguised desire for them. I washed my hands and as soon as I turned my head to see who i...t was, I saw Brit, who gave me a fierce kiss on the lips, even as she winked mischievously.“Thank you for helping my friend Anastassia, Master. She badly wanted a baby. An anchor baby. You just gave her one. You don’t mind if your first baby is Dominican, do you? I made a little plan while we were en route, Master. She was great, wasn’t she? I’d. Of course, I also know people well enough to know that you never know what they're really doing in the privacy of their own homes or their friends' homes when there's no one else around to see them. Yeah, Jane and her husband may have appeared to be the height of proper conduct and propriety in public but they may have been sexually depraved and kinky in private. I didn't know but I suspected that was not the case. We'd find out.Jane's a medium heighth woman with a full head of pretty brunette. .. who knew when I might describe group conduct that could include conduct I had myself engaged in?When I installed this personal exemption thing, I had the passing thought that surely I was overreaching. I had never deluded myself into thinking that I was without sin. I knew I wasn’t any more morally upright than the average man on the street.Why, then, was I taking this extra precaution, creating this one-man, all-purpose-exempt category?Well, the “serial killer” thing was the easy. "Yes please." The two women walked back to the house, holding the child's hands between them. Tristain dragged her feet so they would swing her between them.Tristan followed behind, as he was required to do. In the house, the child ran off to play. Aesia and her mother sat down together in one of the reception rooms.Aesia's mother spoke with a maid as they entered. "Shariah, can you get the cook to prepare some lunch for us please?" The maid nodded and ran off to organise some food. Tristan.