A little game.

"Ralph, will you get the numbers ready," she orders him.

"Yes, ma'am," he obeys. He goes back into the kitchen and then into the family room. Only a minute passes when he comes back into the living room holding two spherical glass fish bowl with tiny little papers in it. He holds one and the he gives the other to my mother.

"Now gentlemen, Ralph is going to come by with the bowl of numbers. One by one I am going to call each girl up here. I will then pick a number from my bowl. Whoever has the number I call will get the girl for the rest of the day. The only rules are, you have to have sex with her within the time limit. Doesn't matter how much, but you can't kill my babies or put them in a traumatic condition. Now let's begin.

One she finishes, the men stop laying back in their seat, sits forward to get a number and eagerly wait for their number to be called.

My mother then calls Michelle over. She doesn't look too eager to start. But I do get to see what kind of shoes she wears. With her black outfit, she wears complementary high heels stillettos, which makes her taller than she actually was. Michelle then walks seductively right next to my mother.

"Ah, Michelle. 19 years of age and still a little baby at this. If you were here last year, she was out debutante and she was rewarded with flying colors," my mother says and I begin to believe that these other girls are my sisters.

"Now let's see who gets her this time," she says as she reaches into the bowl. "Let's see here, #4. Oh, Reginald King, step right up."

An old guy with gray black hair comes up. He wear a green tweed suit with matching tie. He also has a pair of thick glasses worn on his face. He takes Michelle's hand and sits himself on her seat. She then sits on his lap, with him feeling upon him like a horny teacher.

"Next up, Racquel, 20 years of age and she is a master a blowjobs. Watch out boys as she will literally blow your tops in seconds. Now, let's see who gets to ride Racquel," she reaches into the bowl again, "ah #19, Ivan Vladamir from Transylvania."

A tall thin man comes from behind the large couch, He indeed looks foreign and sinister at that. He wears a black suit under a dark leather trenchcoat. His all white hair makes him look like a mad scientist, like someone who would make Frankenstein. He takes Racquel, who doesn't look too eager to do this, and sits himself in her seat. He pulls Racquel onto his lap, but knowing how to relax, she doesn't make a sound as his large hands drope her smooth skin.

"Next up, Jen, 21 years of age and she is our veteran. This is my eldest child and she gives us a sense of elegance. We call her our Anal Queen. Now let's see who gets to meet her," she reaches into the bowl, digging deeper than usual. "Okay, #10, Alan Madewell, come right up."

A flashy looking man in a flower paster shirt. His chest hair comes out of the opening of his shirt. He wears khakis and casual shoes. He takes the hand of Jen and courteously kisses it. He sits in her seat and she willingly straddles his lap.

"Last but not least, our little girl, Heather," she says and I willingly without question get up from my seat and stand next to her. "As you may know, she is our new debutante, 18 years of age and she is already looking as gorgeous as she can be." After saying a clap from the other three girls causes a low clap from the other men sitting. "Now let's see who gets first dibs on Heather," she reaches into the bowl....