Like... (a little lecherous) a woman savvy? (more respectful, but not much) a lady, oo is a woman, and a very... ferry... fine one at that, wiv a grea... pair of... (struggles to think of a pair of something that aren't breasts and fails miserably)... breashts... E: looks suitably shockedMister Sparrow!! I hardly think that this is language befitting a lady... J: EYES sweet Elizabuff, sharp and keen and... soft (his gaze, and a hand has wandered towards her chest again; E pulls a cynical. “No problem, what’s up?”“Someone attempted to kill Manny an hour ago. Nearly succeeded but for a bit of luck on her part and the proximity of her personal defence grid. Problem is the weapon used was coated with a neurophasic toxin that our Healers have never seen before and it’s killing her still.”“OK. You want me to fix it?”“Please.”“No problem. Just please, don’t have issues over this. It’s not like I have a choice.”“I know, my friend. If it does become a problem I’ll opt for a mind-wipe.. The man who handed you the key was staring at you and smiling. He knew. No one at school knew the slut that lay deep within you. But, he did. He knew why you were here. He knew you were about to be taken and fucked. He knew that you were here for one thing and one thing along - to be fucked and fucked senseless - turned from princess into whore. Master's whore. Master's personal slut, fuck toy and sex slave. Master's property.You left the lobby and went to the room, sliding the key card into. And much to my surprise, Molly, the barmaid who had been there for the first story was among the gaggle of beauties. And holding her own quite well too.The Mayflower men stacked the boxes onto the elevator. Groups of ladies accompanied each load until most of them were upstairs hauling the boxes out of the way so that we could send up another batch.The last thing to be unloaded was my Harley. Brian's eyes widened as he saw my Hawg. He came over and ran his hands over the chrome, steel and.