Down time with Mr. Robinson

You unlock Daisy from her restraints, feeling lethargic in the afterglow of another day of breeding. It has been a week straight that you've taken her, pumping your load into her bound pussy multiple times per day. Mr. Robinson has given you a break from breeding for the time being, assigning you to housework in the meantime. He wants to separate the pregnancies of his slaves, so that way they aren't all put out of commission by the strain of birth at the same time.

The next day, he calls you into his study, asking for a glass of whisky. As you pour, he begins to address you. "Ya know laddie, I'm the last of my clan" he says, in a strange, wistful tone you've never heard from him before.

"Oh. I'm sorry sir" you say placidly.

He's silent for a moment before speaking again. "Funny it is, aye. I spent my life chasin' adventure, but not even a single bastard" he says with a sardonic laugh. "And what of ye lad? Ma, pa, brothers or sisters? Have ye anybody back home?" he asks, eyeing you up.

"No sir" you reply honestly, handing him his whiskey. "My parents died long ago. I was their only son."

He clicks his tongue. "Now that's a right shame. I'm sorry lad, I didn't mean ta bring up bad memories" He takes a sip of his whiskey, holding it in his mouth with a thoughtful expression before swallowing.

"In a way, we're alike. Me, without children, ye without parents."

"Yes, that's true sir" you reply respectfully.

There is an awkward silence for some time between you, and you aren't sure whether to stay or go. Robinson, however, breaks it finally.

"I was thinking, perhaps, ye could be my boy..." he says quietly, looking out the window.

"You mean, adoption? Is that even possible for an adult?"

He waives away your concerns. "Oh aye, of course. The lawyer boys will do anything if you have the coin. I like ye William. Ye may not be the brightest bulb, but I think ye would do the family name proud; better than letting it die, at least. What would ye think of bein' a member of the Robinson clan?"

This proposition has caught you completely off guard. While Mr. Robinson has always been kind to you, you hadn't expected such a level of generosity. To be adopted as Robinson's son would entitle you to all of his property, unless otherwise designated in his will. It would be by far the biggest windfall of your life. But there is a slight complication: do you want to be tied further to the Americas? If you embroil yourself in business here perhaps you might never return to England, and never make Victoria your bride. Then again, perhaps the resources gained would enable you to marry a fine lady of the gentry...