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Pia and I take a shower. I have Maria give her some paracetamol for the discomfort I know she will be feeling. Pia does not want to leave my side. She is pushing me to teach her about what she can do to please me when she can't fuck. She points out that girls have periods. What can she do then? The good lord preserve me! Never in my life has any female, I have ever known, given a shit about me when she is on the rag.

Still, Pia is dead honest and for the life of me I do not want to disabuse her of these beliefs. I am not likely to cum for a while but, sure, why not teach her how to give head. We climb onto the bed, which thanks for Maria, bless her heart, has fresh sheets and has been made.

I provide an anatomy lesson. I teach her how to give me manual stimulation. I teach her how to take me orally. I tell her about the thing where the girl takes the dick down the throat. I have never had that and I hear that it causes the girl some distress due to the inability to breathe. It doesn't sound like fun to me. Pia wants to know about it and I tell her to google it. I remind her I am not recommending it.

Eventually the session ends. We get up and start to dress. I ask her how she feels.

Stiff? I am not moving good. But no pain.

That's the paracetamol working. Take another around dinner time and then one more if you get up in the middle of the night. You should be OK by tomorrow.

OK. Gordon, you are great. I know I don't want a job outside the house. Do I have your permission?

Yes, if Maria agrees.

Oh, Maria is happy for this. I already ask her.

I see. OK. Then it's a deal.

When you going to do Brenna?

I told you, not yet.

Gordon, that's not fair!

Pia, stop. I will decide this. You are my love and my mistress, and not my master. Got it?

Yes. OK. Sorry. But am I really your love?

What do you think?

Oh! Hehe. Yes! Wait until later! And I get a smile that if it had come from a lovely lady would had made me happy. But I get it from Pia, one of the most beautiful creatures on this earth. I am melting.

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Pia is now with Maria, getting lunch on the table. I am sitting at the table, with a cup of tea and the newspaper. Anja sits down by me. What did you do to my daughter?

Problem?

Ha! No! Well, sure. She is now in love! Gordon, she is crazy in love. What did you do? What did you say to her? All she say to me is, you wait, Nanay! You wait. He will make you say prayers to God that Gordon never die. What you do to her?

I took her virginity and made love with her. This certainly can't be news to you.

Making love does not do this to a girl!

Oh, you are an expert? How many men have you been with?

One. My husband is dead.

I am sure he was a good man. But one man does not give you a vast sexual knowledge.

Anja makes a curious face. Maybe I will like it more?

Maybe. Maybe you won't like it much. Each of us is different. Maybe we will find out tonight.

You still want me tonight?

Yes, why?

I, uh, my husband, I, um, he, oh... nothing, nothing. I will be happy to be with you tonight. Sir, what happen with the people who come this morning? Maria say you send them away.

They had attitude problems.

They crying when they leaving. You mean to them?

Ah. No Anja. But maybe you need to learn a little. I think we have a few minutes before lunch. Come with me.

And so we are in my office. I am playing the interview for Anja. She sits there, getting angrier and angrier. She has me stop the session in the middle before I stop Ladylyn.

Why did they even come? What they thinking?

Yes, well, let me finish for you and then we will talk. OK?

Sige, sige.

I resume the audio. When Anja hears me speaking Visayan she shouts, Hala! I laugh. When we come to the end, she looks at me and says, OK, I never will doubt you. You are right. You were nice to them and they did not even deserve that! If I here then I tell them mean things. I have been here now for over a day. You have not touched me. You respect the others in this house and do not any feelings hurt. They not understand. You are a good man.

Ha! Tell me that tomorrow morning!

Ha yourself! If you anything like Pia say, I will be on my knees praying to you!

We leave the office. I insist all sit with me and have the same lunch I am eating. I hear cries that I will make them fat.

The afternoon is office time. Anja and Pia are with Maria, who I gather is a very happy gal. She has two others helping her and in one day her life has gotten far easier.

Dinner talk starts with discussion surrounding Zelle's pregnancy. I notice Eve is very quiet. I take my spoon and tap it on my water glass, getting the attention of all. Eve, I believe you have an announcement.

How did you know!

Never mind. Tell us.

Maybe it will not be OK?

Tell us, Eve.

I... I think maybe... I am pregnant! I miss two months now.

I am very pleased. I raise my water glass. This is wonderful news.

Maria muses, I wonder who is next.

Could be you, Maria.

Oo, maybe. But I not think so. It hard for me to get pregnant. Maybe Ma'am Cynthia! That would be nice!

Cynthia is blushing. Jana decides to shake things up. It could very well be Joo, or Giselle, or Jiecel or Taciana, or Renelyn, or Amzkie, or Alona. And in a little bit you will be able to add Anja and Pia to that list. Gordon, your seed will be well planted! Speaking of Pia, where is she?

Here! Pia has been in the dirty-kitchen. She has the shortest of skirts on, a see-through blouse, over her bra, and heels. That gets everyone's attention. She walks in, puts a large dish of leche flan on the table, struts over to me, and sit sideways on my lap, a hand in my hair, as she kisses my ear.

There is a chorus shouting Hala!

Jana taps her water glass and announces, Girls, we have been challenged. Pia is going to try to steal Gordon's heart, if we let her. Are we?

Many voices erupt but Zelle uses her spoon on her glass to gain the chair. Pia, you may be younger, far prettier, sexier and have more energy. But we older ladies know things that you have yet to learn. We accept your challenge. Let the battle begin!

There is great laughter at the table but, for all of it, Pia has not moved, and that is noted by the others. As the rowdiness ends, I ask Alona how things went today.

Alona is pushing the food around her plate. She has not been eating. She is looking down. I wait and the others, sensing that something is off, are patient too.

I am not sure it will work, Gordon.

OK, why.

They got on Jun's list because their girls need better schooling than they could give. Yes, their lives are not good. But these ladies are focused on their daughters and we do not have a plan for the girls. They like the idea of the travel and the type of work. They say it sounds exciting but, what about the girls?

Alona continues to stir the food on her plate as she continues, Rose is there and she tells them things I am not sure Jun, Joy or Jake want told.

This does not make me happy! I am about to say something but, Alona is not done.

The ladies tell Rose, yes they already know all this. The word is out. They would have been OK with what happens to the girls if the lives of their girls were improved like they would have been. One of the ladies asks about you Gordon. She say she hears you are taking some of those that Jake can't take. The others say what is this about? So what I do? I tell them. Gordon, I am sorry but, I tell them.

I keep quiet, letting her continue. I say that you not taking lesbians. In that way it is like Jake. I say, I am a lesbian and that is why I can take them. But then the conversation comes back to the girls again. One says, what if the girls are with Gordon and they are with me. I tell them, you not touch any less than fourteen. They say, why that? Jake do it. The men who marry Jun's ladies do that. Why not you? I not know what to tell them. We agree we meet tomorrow and talk more. Gordon, I like them and they like me. They will be good for the company but, I not think it will work.

Zelle offers to send the girls to a good private school. I ask how many girls are we talking about. The answer is four. Each mother has one child. I ask if anyone has any other ideas. No one is speaking. Alona continues to push her food around in circles.

Bring them here. Gordon, you and all of you here, Jana, Zelle, Eve, Maria, you need to be here too. Pia has our attention. These ladies are going to be the buyers for Bayan Na, di ba? So you need to respect them and let them know that they matter more than just being lesbians. You all need to work on this and make a plan. You are very smart people. Mom and me, we know this about you. We want to be around you. Now you all need to solve this together. Even if the answer is only to send the girls to school, you need to respect these ladies.

There is stone silence at the table. And then Cynthia shifts in her chair, puts her spoon on her plate, takes a drink of water and, Let me tell all of you something. This young lady has more raw intelligence than the rest of us seem to have. She is right. You can't treat your buyers as an add-on. These ladies will be critical to the success of Bayan Na. You can't grow the company like you want without far more good, innovative and engaging products. If they are as good as Alona thinks they are, you have to do exactly what this young lady has suggested.

Alona is looking at Pia and Cynthia with amazement. If she was looking for an answer, these are the last two she would have predicted as the ones to offer it. In a weird way, I am not surprised. Nothing Pia has done fits with what you expect from a fifteen-year-old girl. When it comes to sales, no one at this table is a sales person except Cynthia. Quite honestly, she is one of the very best and very smartest in the business. Put Pia together with Cynthia and you have a combination that may be the most formidable anywhere.

I am in agreement with Pia's recommendation. I agree with Cynthia's observations as well. I have a conflict I need to fix. Alona, what time are they coming?

8AM at the house. I could text them to come here.

My appointment starts at 10:30AM. I will see about pushing that off until 11. Can the rest of you be here tomorrow morning?

All those named, signal agreement. Maria, Anja, Pia, Renelyn, Raya, Amzkie and you Sha must all be here too. This is a family meeting and I want these ladies to see all of you. I want them to hear all of you. I want you all to say what you want to say. And bless my heart it is Sha who asks the question that must be asked?

Sir, even if we disagree with you?

Yes, Sha, especially if you disagree. These ladies need to see that this is a family, not a dictatorship.

Sir, I am younger than those girls we are talking about.

I am well aware of that, Sha. But your mother is right here. The mothers of those girls will often be thousands of kilometers away in different countries.

Oh, I didn't think of that.

That's OK. I expect this issue to come up tomorrow and I want you to feel free to say whatever you want to say.

You won't hurt those girls Sir. We all know that!

Maybe you do but, those girls do not have your safety-net. Let's save this for tomorrow when they are here, OK?

Yes, Sir.

OK, good, Alona, are we good for this?

Yes, Sir.

Good, now please stop stirring your gulay¹ and eat it.

I text Joy and ask her to delay the mother and daughters who are coming tomorrow until 11AM. All I get back is...

OK.

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When the impossible becomes the improbable, and the improbable becomes reality, reality becomes a concept without an anchor.

There is simply no way I can begin to describe what it is like to be alone with a woman, as awe inspiringly beautiful as is Anja, when she is trying her best to let you know, you are the one for her. You want a concept? OK here are the current binibining. I honestly think Anja is prettier.

I just can't begin to explain what makes one female stunning and the next just pretty. I can't explain Anja to you. Like I said, look at the binibining and add something extra.

We are in my bedroom. No one else is with us. Anja walks around me, one of her hands on me. She comes back in front of me, squats down, unzips me, takes my penis out an gives me what she thinks is head. Everything was perfect until she touched me. She honestly doesn't have a clue.

I pull her up. She is embarrassed and confused. With a finger I lift up her chin and kiss her lips, gently. I back away and walk around to her back. Standing behind her, I lower the zipper on her dress until it reaches her ass. With one hand on each shoulder strap I lower her dress to the ground. She steps out of it. I am still behind Anja as I unclasp her bra and bring the straps forward on her arms. Freeing her breasts and eventually tossing the bra on a chair by the wall. I reach around her and with each hand, I cup a breast, becoming her bra, holding them firmly before taking each nipple between two fingers, pinching and rolling them, slowly. I hold Anja close to me. From behind I lean down a bit and kiss her neck, while still playing with her breasts. Anja sighs.

My hands wander down over her exquisite flat belly. I feel her excitement but I do not want to go where she wants me, not yet. My hands broaden out, on to her wonderful hips. Grabbing a hip in each hand I pull her back, her ass smashing against my paritally exposed loins. I nip at an earlobe. She murmurs. Spreading my fingers out across the front of her hips, I slide a little bit under the elastic of her hip-hugger panties. I am still above where she wants me and she squirms a bit to get my fingers lower. I do not go there. My hand briefly wanders over the front of her upper thighs before returning to her breasts, which get a good squeeze.

I turn her around, and looking straight into her eyes, I tell her, Undress me, slowly.

I don't think she is used to men who look straight at her. She looks back and me, with something that looks a little bit like fear. I can't be sure but, I think she is used to being in control. I have taken that away from her. I rejected her oral offering. I have refused to touch her cunt. I am playing with her. This is not what she expects or understands.

I back away from her just a bit. She starts with my slacks. The zipper is already down but the belt is still on and they are still buttoned at the top. These matters are addressed. I step out of my sandals and the slacks. She is holding the slacks in her hands. I tell her to drape them over the chair. She looks at me briefly, frightened?, nods and complies. She now unbuttons my shirt. Once removed, I tell her she can toss it on the chair. She nods and complies. She is still in her panties and I am in my boxers.

I ask her to take two steps back and as sexily as she can, slowly remove her panties and when she is done to put them on the window sill. She smiles and does what I ask. She is now given permission to remove my boxers and toss them on the chair.

The only thing either of us are wearing is on Anja. It is her heels. I tell her to walk over to the bed and sit down. Once she has done as I ask, I walk up to her, put my arms under her legs and lift her up so that only her neck and head are touching the bed. Her cunt is in the air under my nose. I look at the cleanly shaved pussy. I put my nose close to it and breathe in a clean fragrance. I lick it and she gasps. I don't think her husband ever ate cunt.

I am holding her like this to get the message to her that she is not going to be in control. I lick a little more, giving her more reason to gasp and moan, before lowering her down.

As I do lower her down, her eyes are open wide. She simply has no words and I am not talking to her. I take a leg, sliding my hands down to her right ankle, grab a foot and massage it, playing with her toes. I do the same with her other foot, then move up to the calf and the thigh. Massaging and playing.

I have her roll on to her knees and manually play with her labia. She is not very wet but, there is the KY on the nightstand within reach. I put some on me but not her intentionally, not now anyway. If I will have some need for this later, it is in close proximity. But my fingers do have some residue of it, as they play inside her, checking out the landscape, sensing that I might have found her G spot. With one hand on the outside and the other hand's fingers pressing down on that spot, that some think of as mythical, I send the girl into orbit, without fucking her yet.

My reward, is Anja, screaming, grunting and then when I stop, almost crying, How you do that to me?

My answer is to do it again.

But this time as I am playing with her G-spot, my slightly KY covered thumb is piercing her ass, getting past the bunghole. I am knuckle deep at the same time that I am doing the G-spot magic. Anja pretty much bucks up and forces my thumb deep into her. My reward this time is, Mother of God! Oh Jeesus! Followed by a delivery of juices out of her cunt that can only be called prodigious.

I move the hand that is outside, up to a tit and pinch a nipple hard. I get a response that tells me she is good to go.

Pulling my hand out of her, I mount her from behind, sliding quite easily into the now well lubricated cunt. She is not very tight by Filipina standards, having had three children but, as things go, she is not sloppy big. I fuck her cunt hard, playing with her clit and that same nipple I just pinched. Anja is cumming and cumming. But she is also crying.

I am still inside her but, stop.

Anja, I do not want to have sex with you if you are crying. I do not want to make you feel bad.

No, no! I not feel bad! I not know this is how sex feels! Never, never in my life, I ever feel this. I am crying. How I have three children and not know sex? It OK if we do more?

I am still hard, so that is not going to be a problem. But I decide to make things a bit more interesting. I move around a little so her ass is up in the air more. I start fucking her again but, insert my thumb slowly up her ass again. Anja is just about speaking in tongues. She is thrashing around, mashing her ass into me as hard as she can. She is gasping for air. And then comes an orgasm that rocks her like none before. Her cunt muscles are doing a dance on my rod and that is all I can take. Finger on clit, thumb in Ass and cock in cunt, I cum in Anja. She whimpers.

We lay like that for a few minutes before Anja asks me, You do that to Pia?

Not exactly. But we did have a good time.

Oh, Gordon. I must ask, how any girl here lets you out of bed?

Odd, that is what Pia asked too.

Ha! She is a smart girl, my daughter! OK, now I know. We make the right decision to be yours! Hehe. Oh my God. I can't believe you do this to me. What you call it when I shake like that?

An orgasm.

That it? That orgasm? I hear of such a thing. I not know how it happens.

Yes, you heard right. This beauty queen had heard of things like the big O but never had one. It happens.

I wonder what Maria and the others experienced, that they passed on her without giving her an orgasm. Weird. I will have to ask. OK, I am tired and it is time for sleep.

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Chapter 27