"I have the Countess of Bargoed for you, please hold the line."Some moments later an older woman's voice said, "Good morning. I am the Countess of Bar...oed. You wrote to me yesterday. What makes you think that I am your grandmother, and who is your mother?"Elinor was a little put out at the bluntness of this approach, but she took a deep breath and said, "The Kobekistani Ambassador in London said that I am the daughter of the Emir. My mother was Pauline, his Oxford girlfriend. The Emir has been. In looking around, our out of the way game has attracted a bit of an audience.We restart and instantly lose again. A bit of me wants them to pick me and a bit want them to pick Julie. They end up picking me and I take off my shirt. I'm now in my black bra and skirt so limited margin for error. With two bra crowd coeds, the audience is really growing. A round of tequila shots are brought over which calm my nerves a little.Well back to the game and bang we lose again. Considering. I'm in a black. "Each of your Watchers wants a piece of you. Everyone here is going to want a piece of you as well, except possibly me and Becky. Plus we'll want a few type 3's to have access to your sperm so we can measure if there's a greater or lesser chance of them producing a potential heir." So you want my sperm? Like in a jar in the freezer?" No, we'd like you to come with us up to Chicago. We could hop on the Amtrak train in Carbondale and be up there in several hours. There are several large fertility. The whipping of a native male porter was common enough in an expedition led by the likes of Driache and there was perhaps some justification, for, if the white man did not evidence his whips and his fire-arms, many an expedition would end in a night of murder and loot. But to have cause to whip a young wife — a girl scarce old enough to be a wife in civilized society — clearly gave them much lechery to contemplate and I have little doubt that they would have used the girl for their lust in.