Pick a... card?

“Why, I’m glad you asked!” purred Farah as she leaned over me, stretching to try and reach a stack of cards on the nearby desk, “Damn, so close... but don’t want to let your cock escape. John, sweetie... would you mind rolling us over to there?”

“Feels like it is a little early in the relationship to be breaking out the puppy-dog eyes,” I sighed as she continued to bat her wide, dark eyes at me, “But I guess I can do you this favor. This time.”

I pulled her close to me and rolled our bodies until she was back on top, and within reach of her desk.

“This time?”

“Yes, this time. And probably the next time…”

“Mhmm... I’m pretty sure you’ll find that puppy-eyes can only mean good news for you. So, would you mind if we make this a bit more interesting?”

“I’m curious how we can make ‘building a harem’ more interesting.”

“What I have here,” Farah said as she fanned several different colored cards like a Southern belle’s lace fan in front of her eyes, “are some of the best prospects I’ve identified to join our little endeavor. I think you’ll be happy with either and or all of them, but I want you to pick my first harem mate blind. Now, pick a color...”