.. the monarchs took the CEO's and had them shot ... all the way down to division managers ... anyone who made more than 160 times laborers wages." Wh...t's a Manton?" mom asked. One would think ... with mom and her collecting ... I mean, she collects yellow rubber ducks, fer god's sake!Gary explained, "Black powder single shot flintlock hand weapon ... antiques ... very accurate ... exchange of shots to settle honor ... modern medicine to keep the wounded alive ... generally. Dead or survive.. You blink and look down. You are completely naked. Well of course you are. Why not? "Why am I here?" (The last thing you remember is walking home from Cindy Cohen's. You had made out with her at the club, walked her home, got a feel at her nice little titties, but she wasn't for putting out so you were left with blue balls and a desolate walk home, then a flash of light and well here you are)."You are not exactly here at all," said the Avatar. Her voice seemed to come from all around you. Her. Freja’s scent was all around her and Lacy’s brain was swimming in total arousal. “You’re a good girl, Lacy, a real slut. I want you to be my slave. What do you think of that?” Freja’s hot breath was on Lacy’s ear and her arousal pounded in her brain demanding she speak. “Yes, your slave . . . I’ll be your slave.” In the moment Lacy wasn’t really sure what the extent of the commitment she was making was, but moments later when she quivered and climaxed on Freja’s fingers she didn’t care. . It’s your lunch break, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“Well, would you like to go over your test with me? You might not have done as badly as you think.”As the slut leaned down, Bryant stared at her ripe tits. Since she wore no bra, her nipples were visible against the front of her dress. He glanced down her body to her feet, then back up again. His cock started growing as he stared at the young slut. He loosened his shirt collar and sat back.“Oh, could we? You sure you have time?” Sylvia still didn’t know.