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Mornings reset the world. Anja is out of bed and assisting Maria, as is Pia. At 8AM we will all assemble on the lanai. Maria and Pia have been up since 5AM preparing some snacks and a lunch meal for all who will be here. There will be eleven of us and four of the lesbian mothers. I do not know if the daughters are coming. I forgot to ask Alona.
My cell chimes. Joy is confirming the 11AM time for the interview.
I check email and handle a few things for Joo, and Giselle.
There is an email from Cynthia! It is from her personal account, and is, what I guess what you might call a love letter. I think she and I need some “bed” time very soon. The fact that she sent it, rather than just say it to me face to face, is sorta cute. I'm not sure I know how to reply. Maybe it will be best if I just kiss her when I see her.
A few minutes after the last email is read, I turn the system off and walk down. It will be 8AM in a few minutes. I just as soon be on time or early. What I don't want to do is to make a 'royal' appearance.
Well, it never works out the way you want it. Everyone is waiting on me when I enter. It will do no good to point out that I am early. They are simply earlier. I sit down and get introduced to the four and four twelve-year-olds. There is no way I am going to remember eight new names as I have not spent the time studying the folder as I did for my group earlier. I decide not to try. These are lovely women and they are not for me. That is perfectly fine.
The greetings are over and Alona sets the discussion going by reviewing what has been said by them yesterday. Even though we discussed this last night, these four women do not know that, and it validates them to know that they have been listened to. The fact that there is talk, in front of the daughters, of the mothers thinking it is fine that I have sex with the daughters, is for me, a bit beyond weird.
Finally Alona is at the end of the summation. She asks, Did I cover everything correctly?
The four seem to agree that we are all now on the same page. It seems Cynthia has been holding on to something that she needs to say. She looks at the four mothers as she asks, Do you not want your daughters to live lives like you, as lesbians?
There are some shocked faces. Finally one of the mothers responds. Ma'am, if we thought our daughters were lesbians, then yes, but, they are not.
But they are only twelve. How can you know?
I think we would know by now but, if we are wrong, no harm will have been done and we will correct the thing.
I do not mean to be disrespectful but, how does allowing your daughter to start having adult sex at twelve, do no harm?
Are you saying that this man here is mean to girls?
No. He is not.
Then they will be fine.
I can't stay silent any longer. I do not want to have sex with girls this young.
Why? The girls are here. You can ask them if they think this is OK.
Ma'am, they are sitting with their mothers who have told them that they should say yes. That is not a good way to convince me. And even if they do think it is OK, I honestly do not. When I take a girl who is fourteen or fifteen, I will try my best to get the girl pregnant. That makes her part of my family for life. These girls are too young for such a thing. These girls need to be close to their mothers and go to school. We will pay for their schooling. If when they are fifteen, they still want in my bed, I will accept them.
The mother who challenged me, looks and asks, You are assuring us of jobs until our girls reach fifteen?
No, I can't. I am saying that if you work out as buyers, we are not going to let you go, no matter how old you are and no matter if your daughter enters my bed or does not. We think, you four are special and we want to work with you.
But you bind the others here by taking their daughters!
Alona is a bit frustrated. No he does not! Most of us were virgins when we meet Gordon and we have no daughters. We are his for other reasons. Those reasons are things you aren't going to do. There are only two mothers in Gordon's group.
The push for me to take the girls is hopefully over. There is another discussion about school for the girls. The mothers are just not real excited about this. There is no assurance that anything is long term. One of the mothers asks Eve, If you don't work out with what you are doing for Sir Gordon, do you leave?
No, we would find something else for me to do. But I share a bed with him and carry a child of his inside me. You won't. You are not family. You can't be! You will not be his mistresses and you won't carry his children.
Why you say that? Maybe we will!
Now Eve, is getting a little testy. Look, Joy and Jun went through these issues with you before, If there was any way that you would be OK with a man, you would not be here today.
But if our children are with him, we become family through our children!
Actually no. If Gordon takes your daughters, then they are his but, not you. And that's a problem too. What if you can't stay but your daughter has been with Gordon? He says, if you are here in two to three years, and the daughters still want to join him, he will be OK with it.
If my daughter is his, I say good. I will be happy for her!
Ma'am? Sha is looking at the mother who just spoke. May I ask you a question?
Yes little one. You may but, why are you here?
Ma'am I am Sir Gordon's because my mother is Sir Gordon's and she pushed Sir to accept me. Ma'am I think maybe you have not been told something.
What is that? What has been hidden?
It is not hidden but, we not discuss it. All the girls here, we make love with the other girls when we are not with Sir. Your girls will be taught lesbian love. They will be taught this love with older women. Is this what you want for your daughters?
Well, damn, that does what I and Eve and Alona could not do! It causes them to rethink the push to have their children join us. Well, it does for about five minutes, before another one of the mothers accuses me of putting Sha up to this as a way to dissuade them, as if I had a clue that it would have worked. I quietly text Renelyn and Pia to give some instructions to Amzkie and Raya.
Thirty seconds later, each of them approaches one of the mothers, squats in front of the mother, pulls up the hem of a dress, pulls panties out of the way, pushes legs apart, and starts to eat the females. I think the mothers are too startled to stop it from happening. My older girls, Eve, Jana, Zelle, and Anja, go around and taking the heads of these mothers, start to kiss them and play with their breasts and undressing them as best they can.
Cynthia, Maria, Alona, Sha and I are just watching the action. While it is going on, I pull Cynthia in for a kiss. She looks at me, and I just kiss her again.
This is one hell of a show and the daughters are getting an eye full! I allow this to continue for a good five minutes, before calling the girls to stop.
They do stop but do not move. Now ladies, my girls are going to give you all mind blowing orgasms. When they are done with you, they are going to do the same for your daughters. This is only fair, because this is what will happen to your daughters if they stay with me. If this is what you want for them and what they want for themselves, you should all say so and we will proceed. They will join this house and when they are older by two to three years, I will bring them to my bed. In the meantime, this is what awaits them. Do we continue or do we find a different path for your daughters?
One of the mothers, is sharp enough to say. Oh God I don't know! I need to talk with my daughter!
I ask, How about you three?
There is agreement. They need to talk among themselves. I tell all my girls to join me in the dining room. We leave the Lanai.
My girls are all hot and raring to go now. It was a real turn on out there. I am not sure how it will turn out but, if these mothers want to turn their daughters into a bisexual lifestyle, well that works for me so long as I don't have to bed them for two years. Cynthia is right, we need these women, assuming they will do a good job for us. My gut says they will. The daughters are sure as hell cute. Whether they will be cute in three years is anyone's guess but, seeing as how the mothers are lookers, these kids have a good shot at it. One of the mothers comes to the door of the lanai and asks if Alona might join them. She does.
About a half an hour later, the same mother comes again to the door. They are ready for us. When we all sit down, it is clear that there has been some heartfelt discussions. The 'set' faces I saw before are now more open. The daughters also have different expressions.
The mother who came to the door, begins the discussion.
I not think we understand before how this family works. We think you are like Jake. We are wrong. We think this is sex for you but, most of the women are sent off to work in other places! We not know this. Most of your women will carry your children and be yours, even though they are gone from here and working in other places. That is not what we expect. We not know you really not want young girls. Jake does but, not you. We willing to have you give us children but, we not able to love you so it not work. … Two of our daughters are willing to be with your girls until they get old enough. Two are not. They willing to be with you when they turn fifteen but even then they not want the girl-girl thing that happens here, so we think it not work for them. … Maybe we just try the school and see. We talk about this more later, OK?
I could not be more happy with the outcome! Yes, that is fine. Do I understand that you are all accepting positions as buyers?
Yes.
Good! Please stay for lunch. Visit with the girls here. If you like one, pull her aside for some fun! I will be unable to join you for lunch because of a meeting I have now. Thank you! We will see each other frequently from now on.
Sir, one of the girls, a daughter would like to talk to you privately. So that OK?
Sure. I have about fifteen minutes. I need to go up to my office. Is that OK?
Yes, that is very nice of you. Jennylyn will go up with you.
I smile at young Jennylyn and turn towards the stairs. Two flights later we enter my office. The girl looks around before asking. Are we alone?
Yes.
Good. And at that moment, Jennylyn proceeds to completely disrobe. I ask her to stop but, she ignores me and as there is not that much that needs to come off, the task is done. The girl is lovely. She already has breasts, hips and a face that will stop you in your tracks. She is holding her panties in her hand. She holds them out to me and I don't make a move. Almost crying, she asks, Please feel them?
I take them from her. The panties are drenched and smell of sex. I need you, Sir. I know you don't want me 'cause I am too young. I am not. I am also not right, living with Nanay. She knows this.
And with that, she comes to me, puts her hands on my crotch and pulls down my zipper. I don't stop her. I don't need a crying naked twelve year-old bringing everyone upstairs! She pulls my rod out, jumps up into my arms and tries to get me to enter her. I am not going to do it. I am not putting her down but, I am not fucking her either.
It was a mistake to bring her upstairs. Now I am holding a naked, weeping, child, who is trying to get me to fuck her. Right now, if I could shoot Jake, I would. Whoever put in this girl's head that a child this old should be fucking, well I don't appreciate it.
Between sobs, she is saying, Mother say I not want the other girls. That not true. She not want that. I do. I want you and them. I will stay here with them. She is wiggling around and I am off balance. I back up. The back of my legs hit the edge of the desk. I fall backward, my ass hitting the desktop.
Jennylyn gains purchase and spears herself on my rod and my rod goes deep into the girl. She is still crying so any indication of piercing her hymen is obscured by the flow of her tears.
Yes she is tight and cute and sexed up but, I don't want this and I can't afford to cum in this little one for all sorts of other reasons. I let her ride herself until she cums once. She may be tight and sexy but, she is a problem. I am irritated but don't want to show that to the girl. I pull her off me, kiss her forehead and send her down to her mother. I text Maria instructions to have Jennylyn and her mother stay when the others leave. I need to deal with this after I have interviewed the new folks today.
There is blood on me, my slacks and on the desk. I clean up the desk. My cell phone chimes, the mother and her daughters are here. I text back and have them wait downstairs, and then I quickly descend to my bedroom, pull off the slacks, and wipe myself clean, before putting on new clothing. Ten minutes later I am back in my office and ready to meet these folks. Maria brings them up and mentions to me that they have been talking to the lesbian families who are about to be served lunch. I gather that this may signal a problem.
I offer them chairs and sit down with them. The mother's name is Dian, and she is every bit as lovely as is Anja. Dian's daughters are Glanna, age 14, and Shamcey, the twelve-year-old. At this point I am at a loss to know how to start, given the fact that there has been discussion of a type downstairs that is not what I would have wanted.
I gather that you met some women who will be working as buyers for Bayan Na and their daughters.
Yes Sir. It was sad for them.
How is it sad?
They not want a man in their life and so they are not right for here. We are lucky I think. It is also sad for the daughters.
Why? We are sending the girls to a good school as part of the employment package.
But, Sir, they can be fired and there is nowhere else for them to be placed here. They tell me that if I am not good at one thing, as one of your girls, you will find a place for me. Is that true?
Yes. Is that what you want, to be one of my girls? I have a lot of girls.
Yes, but, I think you will give me a child. I like this. And you will give my Glanna a child!
You are happy I will make your young daughter pregnant?
Yes, very much.
And what about Shamcey?
Sir? Why I should have any concerns about Shamcey. They tell me you will not take her until she is the age of Glanna. Is this not true?
It is true. You have learned a lot from the women downstairs.
Yes, we talk for a while. Sir, we want to be with you. We do whatever you want. We love whoever you say to love. This is not a problem. We want to belong to your family.
Well, there are things the women did not tell you, because they don't know. I will not accept you until some of my girls here accept you, after you have been to their beds. If they approve, then I will take you. It really is not needed if they are going to be in the field but, the screw up with them talking to the lesbians makes me want to change the rules a bit.
I see. Sir, we will do our best.
I am pleased to hear that. I have a request. It is not a demand but, because of something that just happened, I am curious. You do not need to do this. It will not affect the decisions for you to stay but, if you will, I would like to see each of you three, naked, right now.
My little one, Sir? Shamcey too?
Yes, but, I said, this is not a requirement.
It's OK, we will do it. A few words of Visayan are exchanged and then each disrobes. This is not a sexy thing. They just remove clothing.
Now I want you to think about how it will be the very first time we have sex together. Think about us touching each other. Think about how it will be when you have given your soul to me. I am going to run my finger at the bottom of your cunt but, I will not stick anything inside you. Do you understand?
They do.
It is totally unfair of me, totally inappropriate and completely exploitative of my position. It is also the most amazing and wonderful view I am presented. That these females can be this beautiful and this willing is hard to comprehend.
I approach Dian first. She is trembling a bit as I run my finger between her labia. She is damp. When I bring my finger to my nose, I smell nothing. Next is Glanna and she is dry. There will be nothing to smell.
Last is Shamcey. My finger barely grazes her labia and I find my hand dripping with her juices. She is the youngest. How can this be? Are twelve-year-olds easier lovers than older girls? What is this about? I ask them to dress and join us for lunch.
Lunch is supposed to be a friendly end to the day for the four lesbian mothers and their daughters. It has turned into anything but that. What happened with Jennylyn is now known to all. I feel sandbagged and angry. Jennylyn's mother Goldy is pissing me off big time. I lose my temper, something I rarely do. Goldy, you set me up and yes, I fucked your daughter. Jennylyn stays here. But as a consequence of that you are coming upstairs with me.
Why?
Because you can't leave this house until I get you pregnant, no matter how long that takes. If your daughter is mine, then, you are mine. Maria take this one upstairs and get her ready for me. Alona, you have three in your team now. In a matter of five minutes the other three and their daughters are gone.
Pia brings me a cup of tea and asks me to relax. I tell the family assembled that Dian and her girls want to join us. I announce it is up to my family to decide who beds them and who spends time with them. I can see a little discomfort in the family but, I guess I am still pissed. I don't care. I am going to the bedroom to fuck a lesbian.
When I get upstairs, there is an argument in progress. Maria and Goldy are going at it in a loud manner. I stand in the hallway and listen. It's in Visayan.
Goldy is yelling. I not let him rape me.
Shut up bitch. What you think will happen when you do what you do? You act deceitfully and now you complain that you are caught and are to be punished.
I just helping my daughter.
And if he allow you to get what you want, everything falls apart for everyone else. You are greedy and stupid.
I need to leave here so I can be with Alona and the others?
You think you are still a buyer? Ha! No! If you are here and here to get pregnant, you are no longer a buyer.
What?
You are stupid! You think Sir Gordon allow you to succeed in your plans? You are a fool! No, you will work for me. You will never leave this house and you will have many children. You are a maid whore now!
Well, I can't say I thought that far ahead into this, and am not sure that it will not backfire if I try it but, Maria is sure as hell on a righteous tear. I walk in to see Maria standing over Goldy who is sitting on my bed. Maria has one hand on a hip and a finger pointed at the maid whore. If it is possible for a Filipina to turn white as the blood drains from her face, well that's Goldy right now. As much as I am not thinking that having a maid whore is smart, I am still pissed with the bitch.
What are you doing with your clothing on? Maria, did you tell her to disrobe?
Yes I tell her but the bitch only argue.
Am I going to have any more trouble with you?
You can't do this to me!
Maria, have Anja take Jennylyn and give her to any man you find downtown, who wants to fuck little girls. Once Anja and Jennylyn are gone, this bitch can leave the house.
No!
Why not? I am not going to touch you, and that is what you want. I am also not going to touch Jennylyn again and the girl clearly needs cock. I did not cum in the girl. She will not get pregnant by me. Do it now Maria.
Maria is texting Anja. There are a series of texts and then it is over. I walk out of the room. Goldy is bawling. I don't care.
I hear her scream, Wait! Wait!
I don't. I go up to my office. I get a text from Maria.
Can I tell Anja to give the girl tricycle money and just tell her to go home?
Yes. When that is done, get rid of Goldy.
I sit down and as calmly as I can, I write a long, honest and very specific email to Jake and Joy about the events regarding Jennylyn and Goldy. It takes twenty minutes to write and forty minutes to proof before I send it off. Jake may not want to have anything to do with me after this and if that is want he wants, that's OK with me.
Once sent, I go down to my bedroom and lie down.
About two hours later, I get a call on my cell phone.
Hello?
Gordon, are you OK?
Hi Jake. Yeh, I've had better days.
I guess. Two days and two disasters. Just to make sure you had read things the same way the others did and see if there were other problems we needed to deal with I had Rose check with the other three who are still over there at the other house with Alona. I also sent Joy to see Goldy. Gordon! That bitch asked Joy if she can go back to Alona's now! How fucking dumb can you be and have an IQ as high as hers? Look, my friend, I am not sure I would not have reacted exactly as you did. I know you and Maria were really pissed and I can't blame you. In the end, you did the right thing. You didn't touch the woman and you sent her daughter home. The other three will not try to pull any shit on you and have accepted the very generous offer of schooling for their daughters. I am dumbfounded to know why Goldy would not accept that. It is a damned fine offer.
Thanks, Jake.
By the way, how is Dian and her crew?
They seem fine. I will know more in a couple of days.
OK, then. We will give you a breather and send no one tomorrow.
Thanks! I think we do need another group but, yes a day between meeting them is helpful.
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