"Brian" Jane cut in, "I think you should call Jason "Sir". After all he is my master, and he will now also be yours"."Certainly Sir" I corrected mysel..., and went into the kitchen with their derisive laughter ringing in my ears.When I returned with the drinks, they were sitting on the sofa, with Jason's hand up under Jane's nightie, playing with her pussy. For her part, Jane had released Jason's monster cock, and was stroking up and down the very erect shaft. The sick feeling in my stomach. Then she shrugged. ‘Although from what Brenda says, I’m not sure she’d mind.’ She grinned. ‘And unless Sylvia’s lifestyle was disrupted, she might not even be aware that he’d gone.’ ‘I’m not sure I understand how Sylvia turned out the way she did,’ Jason commented. ‘She’s not at all like you and Brenda. I mean, she really is a…a…’ He wasn’t sure he should continue. ‘You probably would like to say ‘airhead,’ wouldn’t you?’ Karen said, grinning. ‘I sometimes wonder about that myself. I guess she. Song nodded. "It is her business even if, like you claim, she is unable to remember anything. Implanting those things would be illegal but as far as I know there is nothing illegal about having experimental implants" she said.I nodded in agreement, although I had a feeling that wasn't exactly the spirit of the law. Still I wasn't going to complain."You cannot remember anything beforehand correct?" She asked addressing Kate.Kate nodded. "Nothing since before I met the Master," she said.Dr. Song. I just hoped it would meet Jane's exacting standards. I heard a bell ring from the dining room, indicating that I should bring out the soup course. I ladled soup into two bowls, placed them on a silver serving tray and carried them into the dining room. There I saw Jane, in a beautiful black floor length evening gown sitting across from a man who could only be Lord Hartley.He was not at all the image of the prissy, effeminate British aristocrat. No, there was no doubt that Lord Hartley was all.