I had already reached the conclusion that body counts were not a useful datum in reports, unlike the REMFs who keep asking for such useless estimates,...since the Sa'arm had too many bodies available to throw at any challenge. They also had a much shorter maturation time since any off-spring would be integrated into the gestalt so would not need to be taught anything, giving them an unfair advantage on us humans ... and those bodies are no more than ammunition to the Sa'arm gestalt, their. - You don't have to worry about pool maintenance, we pay a company to take care of it. Just pick up the dead leaves from time to time with the net. Philippe is a maniac for cleanliness. You clean up here and there, a few hours a week, and we give you an envelope at the end of each day. Okay? Oh, yeah, just one thing. Are you leaving this summer?- Uh, no, I don't think so, it's kind of a waste.- Great! Great! You'll keep the house in August. Well, I'll let you go around the park. You'll come. She felt him pull out, and she was raised back onto the table. Lord Jamiston was already at the table with his cock out. She could see that he wasn't much longer than Malfadore had been, but much thicker. He wasted no time grabbing her by the hips and sliding her ass to the edge of the table. His prick stretched her as he pushed it into her tight canal. He was not gentle as he forced her knees up against her chest and pounded into her. She could feel every ridge of his fat prick as it pummeled. The rest of the day passed without incident or excitement.Steele came back from the meeting, pleased, but impatient to get out and go and see the Cartwright Yard.While he was gone, Mandy cracked on with the press release, then even found time to get ahead on her work for the next day.Steele came back just as Mandy was leaving for the day. She asked if she should stay, but Steele told her to go home and relax.As always, Mandy still wore the plug, and would in fact wear the plug until she got.