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Joy is back in my office mid-afternoon. There is a smile on each of our faces, but probably for different reasons. I am remembering our time together that morning, just holding each other.May I talk with Mitch about rescheduling who has time with you? Rose has asked that her daughter lie with you tonight.
Joy evidently thinks this is beyond cute. Rose's daughter, Rosemarie, is the spitting image of her mother. Joy is well aware that the mother can barely walk right now, and she wants her daughter in my bed.
Who gets bumped out?
Jun and Cherise.
Please talk to them first. If they say OK, then tell Mitch it is OK.
Joy does as I asked, but then that is not news, that is Joy. Well, that is Joy for the most part. But I have told her twice now, no more females. Why isn't that working?
I am told that Jun and Cherise were doubled over in laughter after hearing of my morning as told by Joy and immediately said yes to the request. Joy then informed Mitch, who then sought Rose out to tell her that the calendar had been cleared for Rosemarie. Later, Joy invites both Rose and Rosemarie to supper at our table, seeing as how I will take Rosemarie with me as soon as supper is over.
After supper, Rose is invited to sing karaoke with my girls while I take her daughter upstairs with me.
Before I come down to supper I have placed two chairs in the hall on the fourth floor. Now, after supper, when the lift deposits us on the fourth floor, I sit down on one chair and indicate Rosemarie should take the other one.
Rosemarie, before anything happens tonight, I need to ask you some questions. There are right answers and wrong answers. Right answers are truthful. Wrong answers are lies. I only want right answers, no matter what the answer is. No matter how many years go by, I will only ever want the truthful answers, even if they hurt me to hear them. Do you understand?
She nodded.
Why are you here on the fourth floor of this house tonight?
To have sex with you.
Is that what you want, or are you doing what your mother wants?
Both of us want it.
Why do you want it?
I want you to give me a baby?
Why?
Mom had me when she was twelve that turned out great. I am so lucky!
Why me for that baby?
Of all the men we know, you are the kindest and the most respected and are the wealthiest. I want my baby to have the opportunities that I never have.
I have children with girls I love. Do I love you? Do you love me?
I don't know you.
That's right, so why do you want to have a baby with me?
Because my mother says I should?
Is that a good reason to have a baby?
No, I guess not.
Would you like to go back downstairs now?
No, I really want to be with you, but maybe no baby?
Why do you want to be with me?
You really are special and I want to give you my virginity. Sir Jake, otherwise it will just be wasted. This is true!
That is very sweet. Let's go have some fun.
Getting up, I take her hand and into the bedroom we stride.
I suspect Rosemarie has never seen such a large and tall bed. I ask her if she would like a few minutes just to look around and she is pleased to say yes. I show her the private bathroom, and where she can find clean towels.
She looks into the walk-in closet. She laughs; it is bigger than her cubicle. She looks into the drawers of the dresser. All this for one person seems a bit over the top for her. And then, she asks a question that simply has her stumped.
You have many women, but this is only a bedroom for you. Why? Why not the women that everyone says yours here too?
They are mine in some ways. In some ways they are not mine. I do not own them. I am not married to them. Any of them can leave here at any time. No one has the right to stop them. They stay with me because they love me. But there are too many of them. Too many for any one of them to be with me all the time. It would not be fair to the others. So each has another bedroom. Each comes to stay with me sometimes. Tonight I was supposed to be with Jun and Cherise. They allowed their time to be given to you.
Which one of them is your love?
They are all my loves.
I don't think so. It is only possible to love one person.
Well, you are wrong. Like so much in life, it is important to separate what you think ought to be right, from what actually is. If you are a great student, not just one who can get good grades, you will unchain your mind. You will stop believing things as they ought to be, by some rule, and open your eyes to see the real world. The world, in all the intricate variations, of how it really is. ... ... Tell me, what things do you want me to do with you tonight?
I want you to take my virginity. I want you to want me, again and again! Please, we do whatever you want!
Four articles of clothing later the girl is naked and sitting on the bed. Her breasts are only sweet puffy bumps, with little pink nipples. Her menstruation has started about three months prior and her last period, according to the girl's memory, was about two weeks ago. Her fingernails and toenails are painted a dark pink. On a cord around her neck, she wears what looks like a scrimshaw cross, which falls between her breasts. Her pussy is hairless. Like just about all Filipinas, she has straight black hair and it falls to her shoulders.
I have never been with such an undeveloped girl before. She is even less developed than is Anabel. I have no idea how responsive she will be to stimulation. I start very slowly, touching her body. But I do immediately work her breasts to see if the basic erogenous zones are turned on and functioning. They are. Playing with her breasts brings moisture to her pussy. Her breathing is shorter and faster. I start working her pussy with my fingers. She not only welcomes the attention, she spreads her legs further and arches her back into my hands.
This young one can't weigh 36Kilo (80 pounds). She looks a little less than ripe, but she is responding in all the right ways. I run my hand lightly over her ass and get no indications either way. Playing with her clit with my index finger, I let my pinky finger lightly touch the button of her rectum. She sighs. I push in a bit, and she pushes back. My finger is a knuckle in. She wiggles her ass on my finger. I run my finger in another knuckle. She seems perfectly happy. Now pushing all the way down, she cries out something that sounds like encouragement and she rocks her body on my pinky finger.
I withdraw the finger and she cries, Hindi!
I immediately replace the finger with my index finger but attempt to go slowly. She fundamentally disagrees with that and pushes hard to get it all in, right away. She is going to town on my finger up her ass. As I slide down and start taking her pussy with my mouth, my tongue parting her lower lips, she rockets into her first orgasm. The backs of her knees are on my shoulders and her heels smash my back to pieces as the orgasm runs its thunderous course.
Once she returns to the land of the living, I ask her if she is ready to lose her virginity. My reward is a big smile and a wet sloppy kiss. I position her on top of me, as my weight is just too much for this little one. She is above me, and looking at me, as she centers my cock on her pussy and just slams down on the pole, as if there is nothing holding her back. But, once at the bottom, her eyes get wide and a tear creeps into view. She holds her position and I don't move. Slowly, she regains her composure and tries to smile. I smile and wait.
Ever so slowly, I detect a little movement. She is testing the equipment to see how bad it still hurts. Her face is a mask, but my groin shows blood. Then, there is barely perceptible rocking while staying bone to bone. She lifts a bit and stays mid stroke for a few seconds before lowering back down. She draws all the way up and stops. Her face shows surprise but not pain. And then ... she plunges back down hard and laughs.
Staying engaged, she bends down to kiss me. Rising up again, she starts pumping for all she is worth. Eyes closed, and an expression on her face that I would love to have captured, it looks like the definition of rapture. She is having the ride of her life. I am below, enjoying but not doing much other than watching this sprite bounce. After about ten minutes, it becomes clear to me that, as much as she is having a whale of a good time, she still isn't getting off. Either her clit needs stimulation, or maybe her ass is the best bet.
I have a small dildo in my nightstand which has been used before on that hole. From my position on the bed, I am able to open the drawer and retrieve the little guy. I move my hand, holding it to Rosemarie's ass; her eyes fly open. I retrieve my hand with the dildo to show her. Still bouncing away, she gives me big smile and a nod. With her help, as she continues to bounce on my cock, I insert the little dick into her bunghole and hold on. Within 30 seconds, Rosemarie goes over the edge in a major way. She is a screamer. Exactly what she is screaming in Visayan, I do not know, but in the middle of her multi-orgasmic aria, my balls sing their own hard-rock song, and coat that girl like Pepto-Bismol inside the bottle.
Sated, Rosemarie flops forward and just lies on me for long enough for me to doze off. There's nothing like a tiny pussy to hold a cock in place. I stay inside, though soft. The warm, wet parking space probably aids my restful sleep. I awaken, a little later, with the Sprite kissing my neck and hugging me. I am still inside her, and still soft. Miracles do happen.
I'm not a virgin anymore!
On that we agree. How are you feeling?
Loved?
Yes you are loved. What else are you feeling?
Safe? I think so. I feel like, if I here like this, nothing bad happen.
That makes sense and is true except, that I snore, and you will not be able to sleep.
I heard you snore. It's OK. I don't mind. I like it. I have a man!
You do for the night, but remember, I love all my girls and to be with me, you have to share me.
I know.
Do you need anything before we sleep for the night?
No, I'm good!
There is sleeping. There are two between-sleep episodes of robust lovemaking. Once I bend her over the side of the bed and take her pussy from behind. The other time we are in this odd sidesaddle position on the bed. I am sure there is a name for it, but I don't know it. It does allow me to finger her ass while we fuck and keep my weight on the mattress. She gets off, really well, that way.
When morning comes, I am up and dressed while Rosemarie is still totally out. I text Joy that Rosemarie is fine, but sacked out, and maybe her mother would like to come up to the bedroom and be with her as she wakes up. I get a 'K' back on text. As I am about to leave the room and head downstairs, I meet Rose at the door. I get a very sexy kiss and leave her with her child.
When Rose and Rosemarie enter the kitchen, I have just finished breakfast and am at the end of my second mug of coffee. Joy hands them each a mango shake. Mitch, who has been pumping me for the details without success since she walked in fifteen minutes ago, starts on Rosemarie. It seems that Rosemarie is in a very talkative mood. Mitch wants details and Rosemarie is wanting to share them. I decide this is a good time to go back to the office.
I text Jun and Cherise to come up after classes. The situation is unsustainable. I had told the women just yesterday that there was no way into the house and now Rose, with Joy's help, has proved me either a liar or at least an untrustworthy source.
There is a concept of too many women. I have come to the point where, with the other females a few hundred meters away, it is time to put some plan in place, to disperse the demand, on my time, and my bed, from well-meaning women, whom I have no way to assist. To say that I am not the only fish in the sea, is such a silly and obvious comment, as to make one choke with laughter. But for these women, it is neither funny nor readily apparent. Their lives have been hard and their options are severely limited.
I have the beginnings of a plan, but will need cooperation, and help, in working out the details and carrying it out.
In the meantime, I have a number of remote networks to access. While it is daytime in the Philippines, it is evening in the States. I will run the SOX (Sarbanes-Oxley) compliance reporting software on a dozen servers in NY and send the results to the CIO of that company. The reports will be in his inbox when he arrives in the morning, his time. All the while, I don't have to work at night. On a separate network, I will be installing updates to servers that need to be left alone during their workday in the States, but I can update them now, during my workday, without a squeak of complaint. I will also check on the outage and event logs to see if there are any other issues that have not set off alarms but need attention. All this from my desk, on the fourth floor of my home, in the Philippines. All done for firms in the States. It is not a bad way to make a living.
Joy serves me my lunch at my desk - fruit salad. I continue to lose weight. I had been 220 when I first arrived. I am now down to 153.
I finish at 4pm, my time, which is 4am NY time. Just as I am logging off the last server via my Cisco site-to-site VPNs (I have an ASA5505 installed on the network), Jun and Cherise arrive. Jun is in fine fettle as she sits down and asks, as if she is discussing the relative merits of wallpaper and paint, whether I have chosen my next conquest from the bevy across the way. Cherise rolls her eyes and I just groan.
Look, that is sort of why you are here. This has got to be the last one and we have to come up with a plan! We have to have a path forward for these families. My best guess is that we get them married.
That gets me a look from both of them, suggesting that I am just plain stupid.
Cherise responds as if she is talking to a third grader. How do you expect to do that? Jake, some of these women are already married to men who left them. They would need an annulment. You know that is both hard and expensive. And the others have other issues. We might get one or two married but not all!
Jun just nods her head in agreement.
I can arrange for a lawyer to file for all the annulments. The lawyer can handle all the court work through to the end. I can teach you about what makes for a successful posting on a dating / marriage website and I think we can make it happen for most of these women if we start right now. Will you help me?
They want Mitch and Abbey's assistance as well, and they still think the plan is out-and-out crazy, but yes, they will do it.
OK, find one of the women who would like to pursue this right now and is not married. Have the four of you here in my office with that woman tomorrow at four and we will get her set up - in that process you will learn how to do the others. ... And, girls, we are going to use the lure of the available daughter along with the great-looking mom to make these marriages happen. Do you understand now?
And now, for the first time, just maybe, the light bulbs go on. Both are smiling. We are done for the day ... except for two phone calls I need to make.
It's nice to have an attorney you can work with when things get complicated. I call Atty. Espejo. The chat proceeds at length and covers much of little consequence. I do get an agreement that we can use a legal intern (at a very modest cost) to put together the annulment filings for all the women here who need such. We will only need a licensed attorney for the court appearance. We can stack them up on the court calendar so that a number of them might be heard on the same day. Instead of costing two hundred thousand Philippine Pesos each, we might do ten for a total of fifty thousand pesos.
My second call is to the office of a Judge. I have made a number of contributions to a charity with which the Judge is associated. Her secretary knows me because of that and puts me through. There are very few people with whom I will use Po, but this is one of those times that respect is the order of the day.
Your Honor, Po, I know from your concern for the charity work you do that you care deeply for the truly poor. Because of that, I call you today to advise me in a way no one else can do. As you may have heard, I have a connection to a small school for some very poor families who cannot afford to pay the school-related fees for their daughters' last year in elementary school. All the girls are very bright, but their mothers are poor and their only support. If there is a husband, he has abandoned the family. I am convinced I can help these mothers find good husbands overseas, but the cost and the time that can delay annulment proceedings can be brutal. I have arranged with Atty. Espejo to use an intern to put court papers together for each mother and I am going to pay for that out of my own pocket. Your Honor, Po, I do not ask or expect any law to be broken or ignored, but how can I get these mothers applications heard and ruled on without excessive time or gratuities? Everything for these poor women is coming from my act of charity.
Sir Jake, I know you have unusual tastes, but if you can really get these poor women good husbands, then your effort is indeed worthy. If the current husbands did desert their wives, then there was something wrong with those men prior to the wedding and those marriages should merit annulment. I will send you instructions via my secretary as to how to file these so that I am aware of which ones are charity filings. Salamat, Sir Jake, for your efforts.
Walang anuman, Your Honor Po. Maraming, maraming salamat, Po, for your help.
That second call eliminated the need to pay bribes for the signature of a Judge. Instead of ₱50,000 to ₱200,000 in a paper bag, for each one, handed to the Judge's secretary while sitting on a bench in the KCC Mall, there would be no need for bribes and no delays.
Later, another call resolves the normal delay caused by the Sheriff in serving papers on the husbands.
For the first time that day, I am feeling relaxed. That lasts for the time it takes to ride the lift down to the first floor, and for the door to open.
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