As Verenestra’s forces weren’t relying on any natives of the island of Kedyrn to supplement their units, there was no lessening of the number of S...dhe available to her for any situations that developed and those that did develop were swiftly isolated and dealt with. Still, we knew that once winter was out of the way, we could expect some activity from the mainland and plans were also being made to take the fight to them as well, mostly based on the maxim that a good defence begins with a good. More time passed, an uncountable eternity, and then the light returned, startlingly bright to her eyes, though in fact it was no brighter than before.Again the question came, "Why did you disobey me?" Master, I ... I..."Zubeydeh was at a loss for an answer. She had no idea what she had done wrong and certainly had had no intention of disobeying. She racked her rather imperfect memory of the latter parts of the previous night's party to see if she could remember any orders she had not been able. Her face brightened as her husband hurried into the kitchen."Hello, Sandra," he called, "any coffee ready?" Sandra looked at him uneasily. He was slumping tiredly in a chair, his eyes roaming aimlessly around the room. He didn't even seem to see her!She handed him a steaming cup, and without even acknowledging it, he picked up the Vet's report which was lying on the table."That's one good thing anyway!" he muttered, his eyes roaming over the report."What's that?" Sandra asked, puzzled."The. "Don't be so fuckin' picky!" You asked for it!" Vince grunted. He pressed forward, dry..."Lube!" Brenda howled."Night table!" Vince rasped."I got it -- get set!" Fred hissed, and went fumbling for the table. Lube was easy to find, once the table and drawer were found. "Here."Vince drizzled a little lube in the crack of Brenda's ass -- not as easy as it sounds, without visual cues -- but when his fingers were wet and sticky, he began to probe. Brenda spread her cheeks and was VERY receptive --.