She went over to a console to type something in."We will be heading home, there are people who are eager to talk to you." She said.She looked at me as...if expecting me to say something."You don't talk much do you?" she said.I looked at her."Commander Anthony Taylor, service number 831323." I saidShe tilted her head."Okay, Commander how do you feel?" She said"Commander Anthony Taylor, service number 831323." I said, my training for if I was captured kicked in.she seemed to think about it for a. ?”She ran at him knocking him sideways. He stumbled but stayed on his feet. At five-foot-eleven, she never had a chance against him. The momentum carried her forward, face-first into the field. “Arghhhhhhhh,” she yelled into the grass, “fuck’s sake.”He laughed and left her for a moment, “There you go, I declare your soul cleansed!”She struggled to her feet with his help, “More than fucking cleansed, I’m soaked,” she laughed as she swiped at his face with her muddy fingers. He grabbed her wrist. ?Did I say you could use your tongue like that??She stared at me in silence from behind the blindfold, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. I could tell that she was trying hard to gage my mood. My practiced hand moved swiftly once more, and her face flicked to the side as a backhand slap landed on her other cheek, eliciting a frustrated yelp.?Answer the question!? ?No, Master,? her voice was almost a whisper, ?I’m sorry. I overstepped the mark.??I hope you realize that there will be. Again Mimi worked quickly and efficiently, lathering, shaving and speaking Margret’s calves in quick succession. She moved slower and more carefully as she removed the fine hairs from Margret’s thighs.When she was done with Margret’s legs, Mimi asked, “The rest was well ma’am?”“I think so yes. That’s the whole point of this isn’t it?”Mimi fetched a small pair of scissors, and used them to trim Margret’s pubic hair very short, giving both her and Mimi a clear view of Margret’s crotch, her lips.