“This is a wonderful glass, Father! It’s much better than anything I ever used.”“When I learned that you earned your lieutenant’s commission... I ordered it in London.”“Thank you, Father. I’ll take good care of it.”His mother’s gift for Thomas was a heavy scarf made of silk. It was soft and warm and would be wonderful to wear during night watches. Thomas smiled again and thanked his mother for the thoughtful gift.He had left Mirabel’s gift for last. It was indeed a small package and he expected a. The inclination of his body coupled with the strange tone of its voice somehow led Hilderich to believe it was trying to mimic a haughty, stiff manservant of a noble:"If you would be so kind master Hilderich, allow me to show you and your stasis-paralyzed friend to the Game Room. Don't forget to wipe your feet first. Wouldn't want you getting dog poop in there now. Just had the place meticulously cleaned by hand-maidens and you do know how hard they are to come by."The Prosops bobbed. "You like that big dick?" Jack asked ambiguously, although Jack and Steph both knew — or at least Steph thought they were both thinking the same — what he meant. "Oh yes. Fuck yes," Steph responded, letting go."That cock is so ... fucking ... good," Steph added, making eye contact with Phil, as Jack reached around and tugged upon Steph’s nipple. "Harder," Steph gasped, and Jack pulled Steph’s nipple down. Phil pulled out and rolled Amy to her back, his cock glistening above her for a moment. “Samantha here,” I then said as I motioned over to her, “is being punished by her dad. She’s is being cruelly forced into eating dinner with us ... common folk.”“Enough, Cuda,” Cathy fired off, hoping to put a stop to my theatrics. “Look, Colleen, Sam is a Labatt, and we rode in her dad’s limo, today. But since we’ve met her, she’s been just plain ole Sammy to us. Matter of fact, she was majorly worried about offending us when she offered to pay for this dinner.”“Were you?” Colleen asked.“Not.