Let's ask." Shanna stopped, looking around as she adjusted her glasses. Women ran the stores, for the most part. Society here may have been sexist, bu...t not in ways she had expected. If anything, the fact women owned retail businesses while men felled trees and built ships and homes out in the cold almost seemed to indicate men had the short end of the stick. Her eyes fell on a woman about her age, young daughter walking next to her holding a doll almost as large as she was. The black haired. We raised donkeys, male donkeys to service women! Mostly for underground live sex shows many in this country and many were sold to rich foreigners and other showmen especially in South America as the sport and art of belly riding by many women in quite popular there and although not with donkey's was not legal or recognized . Most law enforcement and government officials in South America gave it a wink and looked the other way. . She also went on to say that some were even bought by women . There was an unfamiliar machine smell in the air, and a hum so faint even his ears could barely detect it. Scanning the room, he thought he saw an extremely faint distortion near the ceiling in the center of the room. It had been ages since he had encountered anything so unusual but his curiosity was not aroused, he had more important things to worry about, like his prey. Since whatever caused the distortion was not doing anything, he decided to ignore its intrusion into his territory ... for. “Yes, it is.”“Well you don’t have to be a butt about it.”“Kendi, at this point of our strange relationship, all you needed to do was ask.”“Ask?”“Yes, you know, make a request?”‘She’ was back. ‘She’ looked me in the eyes and ran her tongue across her lips.“Mick, if you would like to sit in the big comfy recliner, I would like to join you and cuddle in your lap. Would you, please?”“Yes, I will.”I stood and picked up my towel and walked across the living room. I set the towel in place, sat down.