Morgan did so immediately.“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” asked Morgan.“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever had. Thank you for...a wonderful meal.” I said.Morgan nodded and looked at Aunt Jean. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?” he asked. Aunt Jean had a grin on her.“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said. I missed the “husband” part and looked at Morgan with one eyebrow raised thinking about his. They started shutting the systems down. Lee told them she would shut down the valves by initiating the override program for them from engineering as the auto program would take too long.She then rattled off the other systems that she wanted the helm crew to shut down or put into standby mode. Futura was a bloody big ship, and you didn’t just shut things down in a hurry if you wanted it to work again.Lee hit the com code on her minder so she could create an open channel to her team, “Guys,. He whispered, "Kiss me, Slave." She rolled over on top of him and gently lowered her mouth to his. She could feel the wonderful contact of her nipples against the hair on his chest. The kiss was exquisite as their love for each other flowed between them.She lifted her head just enough to whisper, "Was that adequate, Master? Master, I love thee more than my life." You can't love me as much as I love you, my darling. I love you more than life itself."Then he smiled up at her and put his arms. "Um," she sighed, sliding her hand down my belly. "Lord, the size of that pole. You should fly a flag from that thing. I'll never manage," she gasped in mock fear."I haven't really learned to canter you know." I ignored her jest and pulled her ample haunch across my legs."Ah," she said, getting comfortable and just about emasculating me in the process, "it's the posting that's difficult. But you will learn, that you will, my hefty lad." She slapped me on the cheek with a loud crack and then.