“And, does your opinion carry any weight with those who ARE in charge?”“A little.”“Very well, Lord Jason, please allow us to follow you back...to Widemouth. Do you mind if we talk on the way?”“Not at all, please do. Just don’t distract me so much I fall off my horse. I’m not a very good rider yet.”“It’s hard to be good at everything. I understand you built some engines?”“Two trebuchets, a pair of catapults, two arrow-engines, and a huge crossbow we used as a cruise missile launcher. Well, three. I did her other breast the same way. She left her eyes closed, but didn't make any noises. Even with the warmth of the water, though, her nipple popped up in ways that made my mouth water.I was mostly hard in my shorts, now.I did her ribs, but when I went over her abdomen, she gasped and her belly sucked in so far that I could actually see the lumps made by the organs under it."Sorry," she said. "That tickles ... I think."Then I was doing her hips, and the tips of her iliac crest, and her. I logged on to the new program that Miss Nora had installed and familiarised myself by flitting from room to room. In the bathroom I could clearly see anna cleaning the bath seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was being observed. The camera wasn’t hidden so either she was accepting its presence or simply hadn’t noticed it. I answered some e-mails and paid some bills. A new e-mail arrived this time from Mistress Tatiana my friend on the council. Apparently the infamous Mistress _____ was. She claims to have just the one name, as if she's somehow famous. Like Madonna. But everyone knows Madonna's not some alien goddess from the planet Sex-- she's a mortal who moved to the big-time from Michigan: fucking Italian pope-hugging stock.Panama City, I call her. I fake a south-of-the-border accent and call her The Panama City Beach.So off we go to Cuba, no doubt to some beaches, in the company of the beach.This is an official visit; our queries were met with an invitation. We arrive as.