03-11-2017, 12:40 PM
"I dunno... perhaps a dozen." Greyson smirked and answered casually. "What do you think? You able to produce that many? I am guessing you would have to stay around for many years to reach that number, assuming you are able to keep popping them out." He said as he brushed his hands up and down of Emmet's curvy body. His motion froze hearing the last question from the peasant. "I am willing, though if you have any doubt of this, we could stop right here and now. This is not an easy task to do, wirb you being a ... male. Appearing like a male. This is even harder on you. If you arent willing to, now is the time to tell." The older man warned. He gave such a choice to all his surrogates before.