That wouldn't have been a problem ordinarily, but our two newest wives would have a hard time fitting in. There weren't too many sloe-eyed, pointy-ear...ed, blue babes walking around on Earth. They weren't going to be left behind. though. I admit I didn't put up much of a fight about it.With that settled, we then discussed the actual adoption, and decided as a group to adopt an older child. These were often the hardest to place, and needed us the most. As a coincidence, it helped us just as much.. "Are you ready for me, nice and wet yet? Do not move your hands."He unbuttons her shirt and pulls her tits out of her bra. His mouth finds her nipple and he sucks and bites until she is moaning with pleasure. Moving his mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. He knows she can cum from just this if he keeps going, but that is not his intention. His mouth still on a nipple, he reaches down and pulls up her skirt. One hand on her tit, the other sliding into her panties, fingers move. You can poop on your slave, if you want. But a slave should never poop on her master."I thought this through, for at least a minute, though I knew the solution, immediately. "There's one thing we can do. It'll make sure your poop won't get on my cock. It's call an enema." I'll do it. Whatever it is."I explained the procedure to her.Pyx nodded. "That'll work."I pulled out a bubblegum red water bottle out of its drawer, and showed it to her."Shouldn't we do this in the bathroom, Master?"I. Out of anger, out of need. Baring all my emotions. I thrust into myself hard trying to break myself of the need of you. To break my sexual fever. I felt the quake coming just as the storm broke. Lightning crashed across the sky following my deafening thunder. Nothing compared to the quake I released thinking of you.I lay there, exhausted and broken. I wanted more, always wanting more. Like Icarus flying next to the sun until it consumed him. I heard the strange snapping twigs again and only.