Any female that was unwise enough to give Alan "lip" would suffer anal explorations that made them decidedly more docile when completed.His next stage...of re-education was to put the girls into humiliating adult diapers intended for persons with continence problems or advanced senior citizens. Then he would ignore their pleas for use of the rest room and cause them to dirty their wrappings like small untrained children. Most of the females got the lesson right away and pleaded to be allowed to. Fueled not by jealousy but by culture, riches, or politics, there were those that saw Prosperia as a luxury that was not meant to be, or a diamond in the rough that was theirs to claim. That was the opinion of the Warchief of the local Two-Axes tribe saw that they were ripped for the taking and amassed his kin to raid - and invited a human, of all things, to accumulate his own Warband and join them.For a mercenary, it was strange to see that he was willing to reinforce them for free, save for. “You take care of yourself, Daisy.”“You as well, Aaron. And do what you can to take care of her.” I heard Daisy cough in discomfort at something she was trying to say. “She’s my sister.” she finally admitted in a low voice.“Yeah.” I replied in an equally grave voice.“This is hitting me emotionally harder than I thought.” Daisy blurted out in a voice that I’d never heard from her before. “I have to go.” Without me even being able to reply, I heard her hang up the phone.I huffed, staring at the. “Hi Jane,” said Heather. ”Hi honey,” I replied as she walked over to where Lucy and I were sitting. I sat on the edge of the sofa looking up into Heather’s stunning blue eyes. Heather bent down gently kissing my lips, just a peck, but looking into her eyes I could see the yearning there. The desire was apparent. As I glanced down to her breasts, they were heaving with the blouse just barely managing to contain them. At some point on her journey home, Heather had removed her bra. Heather’s.