I Choose to Disabuse Ms. Tanya Jonssen of that Assumption…

Fortunately for Ms. Tanya Jonssen, I already knew how to easily disabuse her of this notion. It had worked before in a similar scenario & should work in this one. “Are you going to fuck yourself on my cock while I sleep?”

The response was immediate & expected from Tanya. The others… my women… surprised me, & it was strangely as welcome & nice as it was new to experience. They were never afraid and only surprised that it was my response to a rather despicable tactic.

Tanya was frustrated with her confusion. “What? Of course not, why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because that is the only way this cock is entering you in any way. You’ve already proven that I am unable to trust you; so why would I intentionally fuck you…?…” I made sure to squeeze the hand holding Elsa, & she seemed to get that you are excluding her from your rhetorical question. They all had proven whom they held allegiance, & it wasn’t that idiot, Chad. Ms. Elsa Jonssen had even stealthily gave me an opportunity to change her mind, instead of relying on stereotypes, & racism. It was a whole other league better than Tanya’s choice.

Tanya furrowed her brows & her expression turned dark. “What? You breed my sisters, but I am not good enough for you? What? Am I too close to your own age…?… Cradle robber.”

I chuckled again & ignored the puerile insults. My lack of reaction almost triggered Tanya even further. “Now you are trying to incite me to **** you…?… You do realize that both women hold my hand & Inga will let me fuck them senseless right in front of you…?…”

Ms. Barbara Jonssen was startled & quietly whined her disagreement with my statement. Yet, she did move a little closer & embraced my entire thickly muscled arm. It showed the general principle was true, just minus in front of Tanya.

“Yeah Tanya, want to watch him put another load of baby-batter in me…?… I am probably not pregnant yet, we better make sure there is enough to do the job. Maybe that will convince you that I am saner than you, & dad is just a bastard that thought he was turning us into prostitutes.”

Tanya’s face contorted into rage. “I thought Inga was the slut, but no her twin is worse, she is willing letting a black man breed her.”

Next was the slap that could be heard throughout the house. Elsa’s speed when she wants to move is rather amazing, I only caught the after image of her hand as she slapped her sister across her cheek.

“If you think that slap is bad, then maybe you should get up, get your things; then leave & go find & cry to daddy. We are all fine here, & don’t much appreciate his attempt to turn us into whores.”