He also continued the pattern so far of the Masters being extraordinarily sexually active and usually remaining single to their demises. There were a number of unexplained pregnancies in the neighborhood, some with females as young as fourteen. No one, including the police for some reason ever pursued any determination of the origin of these situations. They were just accommodated, financed and events moved on including some of the younger girls producing unanticipated young ones more than once each. Eventually it became time for Uncle Fred to pass on to the Mansion’s history and we catch up with the entering of Cousin Will to be the new Master of the Mansion. CHAPTER ONE: It is moving day, we are finally free to move into the modest sized mansion left to me by my recently deceased Uncle Fred. It had been in the family for several generations since its construction, and since my uncle had never married, he had kept it in excellent condition, while updating it to the latest technology as it appeared. A very able local CPA had sorted out the financial drama involved with inheritance taxes and ‘the such.’ But, Fred had had the sense to pass on more than adequate monetary resources with the house to cover all of these and to also give us a $5,000 a month stipend that would advance with any advance of the cost-of-living. With my social security and pension, movie I was not rich, but was very affluent with the house being paid off. Ashley, a local escort that I had seen regularly for years and who had actually stayed with me for several extended times, when she was in need of a resting place, had decided to move in with me as a faux wife perhaps working up to becoming a real one. She was not going to drop the remaining twelve guys on her active list, but promised to not add to or replace any of them as they moved away, dropped her or became deceased. And she said that although she planned for us to concentrate on each other, she wouldn’t make a big deal about any little diversions of mine until her list was emptied. Interestingly, the provisions of the will made it impossible to divest myself of the japanese home and we had to keep it up, too. And it was mine along with the stipend as long as I lived. It then had to be passed exotic on to a deserving relative under the same conditions, but it was not allowed to go to a lineal descendant of mine. This was to prevent it from being viewed as the possession of one line of the family, but keeping it within the extended one. I would have to save up my own bequest for any children that I left behind. Novel, but somewhat understandable. I was recently retired under the rule of 85 provision of my union contract. Since I started my job in the grocery industry at the age of fifteen, I had thirty five years of continual service, including four in the U.S.A.F. which counted, so that I was free with a full pension at the early age of 50. And because I had left with a significant, but not life threatening physical condition, I also qualified for SSI. I was set up fine. Also, from Ashley’s income, which she was going to wash through her parents cleaning business, she was going to pay half of the monthly expenses in lieu of being my total sex slave. She still promised the kind of treatment that she had regularly afforded me over the years at a more frequent repetition now, though. I had received a sizable settlement from the selling of my condo, so I consigned to her several thousand dollars to obtain bedding and other necessary household goods to get us started. She and her mother asian borrowed my Suburban and gleefully left for their shopping expedition. She wasn’t going to have to buy any furniture for the present, however, since the house came fully furnished with a full supply of very serviceable furnishings. While they were gone, I decided to give a close examination to the house and the half acre of grounds. All seemed in perfect shape for our settlement within. In the back I found the tool shed with all of the yard japan tools that a guy would ever want. Most of them were hanging on outlined patterns with hooks on the wall. My japan breasts heaved as her tongue fluttered through my folds. He gave in to his urges, and slowly japanese took a step towards the man. He just wanted to know what it felt like to touch another man’s cock, that’s all. She still wouldn’t consider herself a blowjob expert, but she’d certainly had enough practice at this point. "Actually, I finished my reps here," Wade said, sitting up again. Would they even believe me? I shook it off and roused myself movie up to meet the day. Two other Zanyia's pranced around the exotic ogre, wiggling their asses, but they didn't feel quite real. I wondered if he could actually see her lovely slit in the shadow. This wondrous, delicious, amazing delight spasming about my clit-dick. “Mmm, just love it,” I groaned, nuzzling into her ear. “What’s so great about it?” As they danced, the Midget’s face was always between or on her big tits. I am. What was he thinking? He was wanking. The men headed off but the women stayed behind. then gave my hand to Melisa to clean my pussy juice off of it. Yes, I need for you to keep your big mouth asian shut, and no I don't want mom and dad to find out about me and Bullet.