“Yes, they are made concubines, even wives. But they are schooled here. Tutored for knowledge, intelligence and grace.”“And sexual expertise?”... Nick asks.“Only abstractly in terms of experience with men. They are virgins.”“Abstractly?” asks Chanda.“They are instructed and they observe.”“Thus the beautiful young men,” Nick offers.“Only one of them. The other two prefer their own gender.”“For a rich man who prefers the same.”“Exactly.”“So, in effect, two eunuchs and a ram,” Chanda concludes. “The. “I thought you were all about being good.” He slides his fingers out, only to slide them right back in.Jill groans, closing her eyes. “That’s Santa,” she corrects. “It’s Mrs. Claus that likes the naughty ones.”The man slides his fingers easily in and out of her. Jill is getting close ... so close. The pressure is building and just as she is about to find release, he abruptly pulls his fingers out. “I believe my wife makes Santa to give her a present,” he says, glancing toward his wife rubbing. Not long after noon, Sara rang the bell of Bev and Jerry's apartment. The door opened and Sara stepped inside, tuning to see her hostess. Bev was indeed Asian; black hair, oriental features and all. She stood about five three. She wore sheer, multicolored tights that showed every hair on her lower body, especially the sparse hair on her mons. On top, she wore a cut-off top of the same material. It ended several inches above her waist. Her skin was creamy and flawless. Sara's reaction must have. Her arms around my neck, My hands went directly to the slip covering her backside and she lifted a leg and wrapped it around me, slightly pumping her hips into me. She backed away and I guess we were both dumbfounded for a minute as we just stood looking at each other. She put on a record and jumped on her bed chattering about a novel she was reading, as I took a seat on her dresser. Then she stopped about the book, and said "I guess we are growing up" all I could say is "yep" as my eyes danced.