I have maids to look after the place and keep it clean. This one is yours, Salman turned round towards the dressing area and saw her. She was wearing ...he most beautiful outfit. It consisted of a single red bow, tied around her neck, nothing else. Jenni, come and greet your master.She came forward and stood before him.Salman was dumbstruck, his jaw hung open. Well aren’t you going to unwrap your present she asked him.There are few rules in this house dear, she told him. For the servants,. While their size limited them in many ways, there was hardly a species taking the concept of citizenship more serious.“One moment Citizen Marifou. I am in contact with the Investigation Department of the Union Post Office and Police headquarters. You are correct, there are inconsistencies. Your complaint has created an official OOCA investigation.” The Bandrupo gave me a case reference and promised a follow up as soon as possible.I grinned as I left the library. That would stir up things. Tongue slithering over mine sending shock waves through my whole being. One hand close over my right hand and moved it down, tracing it over the delightful flatness of her belly, the silkiness of her night dress, until I felt my fingers slope downwards and detecting a sudden roughness under the silk. She made an agitated movement and the silk was gone and my fingers discovered the roughness had been a mound of soft hair.My head was pounding. I couldn’t expect this, this was the ultimate, this. The Palm Tree Villa was a sprawling eight building complex, just off the sandy drive at the end of Mountain Trail that wound up the hill overlooking Saddle Bay Point on the west end of Jost [pronounced ‘yost’] Van Dyke, in the British Virgin Islands. In the past two weeks after Armis’ invitation to join, half a dozen members of the security group had found their way to the property that Io owned.The head comms rang in all six of their heads on Jost Van Dyke at 0830 on a Thursday morning. It was.