“You may please me, slave,” said Melissa spreading herself on the soft, silken-covered bed.“I am honoured, Mistress...” It was an obligatory r...sponse.“Yes... aren’t you just!”Melissa was not particularly enamoured of lesbian practices but she liked to put Julia to the humiliation of having to perform them on her from time to time. She relaxed as the tongue probed expertly and the brandy flowed through her veins. One thing, she knew, would be paramount in Julia’s mind. That last number on the. It was late afternoon by the time we got back to the Clifton. I asked her if she was 'comfortable' coming up to my room with me and did her parents know where she was? She kinda glossed over that one, just saying that she had told them she was staying with a g/f and wasn't sure what time she would be back. As for being 'comfortable' about going to my suite....I don't recall having to use much in the way of coercion! A couple of Clifton 'personnel' glanced haughtily at me as I shepherded. ’‘I was old even then, and I hadn’t produced any viable eggs for some time. I felt it was time to hand over the mantle to my daughter Shale. I’d lived a good enough life and was I was happy to step back and let her youth guide in these newer times where technology was gaining over magic.’‘In the past, the Queens liked there to be at least a hundred and twenty living members and fifty viable eggs in stasis to replace the genes of those who were leaving. We were close when the Fayle Princes. I arrived 15 minutes early for the interview it was a very plush office with a sexy looking receptionist who smiled at me when I told her who I wished to see “Take a seat” she said “she wont be long”. A little bemused I sat down and waited – I was bemused because I was supposed to be seeing a Sam Pritchard now obviously Sam must be short for Samantha.Ten minutes later the door opened and a guy came out followed by a very stunning looking woman who bade him farewell and told him she would let.