Her butt was evenbigger without her girdle. The skin on her thighs was dimpled. Then shefarted, her butt checks vibrated as the gnarly gas cloud exite... herhideous butt. My mouth dropped open, and I thought I was going to puke,yet I couldn't leave my desk. She opened the book and pointed her fingerat me, speaking words that seemed to make no sense, yet had an oddhypnotic rhythm to them. When she finished she closed the book and kissedme on the forehead, with her chapped fish lips, while her. I guided her there, and we sat on the swings."I figure I have to try, just to see if I can. But I don't know if I'll take it."Tami started swinging, pumping her legs."What about the talent show?" I'll try for that too."I started swinging too, but I'd go back as she went forward. We were just out-of-sync.It felt good just enjoying the night with Tami. I liked nights with Robbie too. But somehow it was more special with Tami. Maybe because she was my first love. There was just something about. My slave values her alone time with me, don't you, slave?”“Yes, Master.” I don't look at Lucy as I say it.“I...I know,” Lucy says, oddly wavering. She composes herself. “I want to get the cleanup underway as soon as possible. I'm pulling double duty on the command deck.”“Very well.” My master stands, then looks at my cum-covered body. “Bow, slave.”I kneel and bow at his feet.“You really are the best servant I've had,” he says, “and the only one to call yourself my slave. I knew you'd see things. On the other hand, she had to deliver moral imperatives to these people. If they suspected that she wasn’t following the morality that they thought important, they’d ignore her even more thoroughly than they did now. At the committee meetings, anyway, she saw no sign of disillusionment.Sunday morning, she heard him during the first hymn. That voice had sung for her on their way back, a private concert. She started to think back on that evening but pulled herself up short. She had a service to.