"I figured it was something like Susan asked me to do with Michael but I let Dad lead the way. He took Beth's hand and got her to stand up. "I need to...get a bit personal here, please don't take it the wrong way." He put his right hand between her legs and cupped her butt with his left. He just stood there a few seconds, then she jumped like she'd been goosed. By the time this happened, I'd helped Mia out of her chair and was just getting my hands in place. A couple of seconds later, she reacted. What I hoped I might discover was any glimmer of recognition that these ‘young ladies’ Albert so lusted after were autonomous individuals with their own intellect, their own hopes and fears, their own lives to lead. I never found it. To Albert, it seemed, they were nothing more than objects of carnal lust. Even when he incorporated into his project something that might appear to be to their benefit, his motives were always wholly selfish. And what depressed me most about this was that I was. Several of the men respond byshouting for her to show them her legs and breasts, making the slave-girl seem even more pleased. "That leaves the other possibility. Do youby chance wear garments spun from the looms of the island of Ianda? Foras all but the most stupid men and women know, the cloth of Iandaresists the enchantments of Anango." Of course. We know that." Cindy and Lucy nod quickly in agreement."The cloth of Ianda is resistant to magic. That is common knowledge toall but stupid men. Can I help you with something?",asked a confused Nicole,after she had walked over to the young girl and noticed some movement going-on inside her trenchcoat."What's wrong?Are you in some sort of pain?"But then,after she had unbuttoned and opened the young girl's trenchcoat,Nicole's eyes had grown as wide as saucers at the sight of the young girl carressing her breasts and pussy,causing Nicole to grab the young girl by the arm and said,"Believe me,Sweetheart.I do believe that you've had enough.