"Now," I said, kicking the door closed, ignoring her open mouth and holding her hips. "Tell me what is going on."She put her head on my chest and sigh...d. "I'm so tired of pretending," she sighed very quietly. "And I'm sure some of my servants are in British pay."We sat thigh to thigh on a window seat, holding hands, and she poured out her discomfort with her way of life and her fears of the future. I consoled her with kisses and petting, arousing myself in the process until my hardness was. She was probably about 30 in Earth years."Yes," she said with a sparkle in her eyesSpencer left and closed the door as I undid the tie to Sandra's top. I leaned down to her exposed breasts and took her right one in my mouth."Mmmm," she moaned.I heard the girls move so I turned my head briefly. They had changed to a better position to watch. I resumed sucking Sandra's tits. Sandra's hand was on my dick rubbing it and as it grew she changed to stroking it. Without looking I undid the tie to her. She found her usual seat by the door and with her back to the wall. She didn’t say a word as was her way and I knew when she was comfortable she’d speak. I heard a soft scraping noise outside and looked up just as zia snuck up to my batwing doors and peeked inside the door a moment. She flashed an impish grin before slithering fully inside. I watched her softly rounded hips sway to and fro in a sensual rhythm as she made her way towards the serving furs. As she melted down upon them I heard her. )Meditation is akin to self-hypnosis. The deeper the meditation, the stronger and longer lasting the hypnotic trace. Bar Rah, whose former career was as a Carny Huckster, had picked up a few tricks from a hypno-erotic performer in the troupe. Madam Dominique taught Bar Rah how to use the dark arts of seduction to mesmerize and manipulate the weak willed to do ones bidding.'Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm' chanted the circle of boys and girls as they half-closed their eyes and completely voided their minds.