Chapter Three
When Garrett pulled the sable-haired sylph and the knowing old big-hipped housewife-w***e out of storage in his collection of love dolls for a stint in his bedchamber, he had intended on returning them after just a couple of hours or so, or perhaps the next morning. As it was he got a little carried away. It had happened before in the midst of his excitation, but this bout was by far the worst ever to date. Wallowing without restraint in the piggish hedonism of it all, he actually ended up keeping the smirking wenches out for several days. He had to take a break to fetch charging cords so that he could keep their power cells charged up while he slept, comfortably exhausted, but otherwise he left his rooms only to retrieve food from the galley. Otherwise, though, except for t
