‘The King is dead and soon each and every village in the Kingdom of the Knights will fall to the rebellious hordes,’ Lady Demure continued, talkin... as much to herself as she was to her slaves. She scanned the room around her and then gazed steadily into the face of each slave. It was Mimosa’s face she studied the longest. ‘It’s foolish to believe that this village will be any different,’ she said. ‘Before long, the slaves will be emboldened or, if not the slaves of this village, the rebels. Anyway, if I touch a living person it shocks the hell out of me, almost like being tasered.’ ‘Can you walk through walls and shit?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, and that doesn’t hurt but it feels weird.’ Sal explained. ‘It’s like your body is slipping through a screen or something.’ He shuddered. ‘But you have to do it to get around. I can’t open doors or anything.’ ‘That sounds like it sucks.’ ‘You get used to it.’ He said. ‘So, where have you been all this time.’ I asked. ‘How come it took you so. " Oh I don't mind," she sighed passionately.Kayla led them both in through the front door. She was a rather curvygirl, not chubby but quite rounded and soft. Her brunette hair was deadstraight and lengthened all the way down her back. Her eyes were hazelcoloured, her lips were wide and plump along with an upturned buttonnose in the centre of her face.As she closed the door and pulled Rachel into an embrace Charliecouldn't help but notice that she was rather dressed up for an extremelyunfitting. "Put these on!" she instructed.He squirmed into the panty hose and stood while studying the bra in hishands. He hated to admit it, but the garment was elegant. It was whitewith a delicate floral pattern and lace trim that reached over the strapsas well as around the banding towards the clasps. He struggled getting iton. The three hooks and eyes were a challenge but, eventually, he managedto fasten it. Only to find the bra was so thin and tight fitting hisnipples made noticeable convex.