‘How about a suit made in the style your friend Anata wears?’ Arianna answered, looking with a warm love into Tashka’s wistful face. ‘She does...not wear dresses but nobody will say she is not a woman.’ Tashka thought about her friend’s Northern peasant clothes: wide-hipped trousers and little jackets made from fabrics in dashing colours embroidered with animals, birds and flowers. Anata Yrai was a storming P’shan beauty and Pava and Tarra had both rushed to flirt with her, but she had dismissed. Her breasts didn’t sag one bit. She reached up and unclasped the hair clip letting her red tresses fall over her shoulders and down her back. She peered up at me and asked me, “Do you like what you see so far?”I just nodded and replied, “Oh my, yes, Abby!”“You can feel them, softly, don’t manhandle them, but here, let me show you.” She reached for my hands and placed them, one on each breast. “Now, slowly, let my hands guide yours. Hmm…” She cooed.Her eyes closed slightly as she guided my hands. .. My name, as I mentioned above, is Peter -- or, more precisely, SLAVE Peter:I am the property of my wonderful owner, the beautiful Mistress Tina. And byproperty" I mean exactly that: my Mistress owns me,body and soul, and has the total right of ownership to do with me just as shepleases... and what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is everythingI could wish for! I want to stress, here and now, that I submitted myself into this slaveryto my Mistress willingly , and with full. ”“I thought stuff like this was never prosecuted?”“It usually isn’t, and I can’t think of the last time it was. But the law is on the books. I know you have a unique set of relationships. Have you had a falling out with any of the women?”“No. But I think I know where this is coming from. I need to make a couple of calls, but I’ll be in your offices at 3:00pm.”“Come at 2:00pm so we can discuss this beforehand. I don’t think it will go anywhere, but you never know.”“Thanks, Mr. Kassan,” I.