"Let's see this fabulous goddess you've found," she said with obvious disdain for Osman's cock-sure attitude. "I haven't got much time, as you know. M... services are in constant demand in Istanbul. I may be losing thousands of Lira just by being here." Of course," Osman answered in a mocking voice. You phony bitch, he added to himself. You know that most of what you make depends on the young girls that are delivered to you. Without another word he lead the way toward the cabin. Let her see what. ”After that, the party atmosphere began to wind down. Some walked off for either sleep or more private action. I was aching to go to my lover’s tent and break in his furs. However, as always, he seemed to not be in any hurry. He did release Sylva from her “bondage” and I was quick to grab the manacles and clasp them around my wrists.Sylva had warned me! If I wasn’t filling his mind, some other wench would try. My online friend, Matt, was correct. This was lots of fun. Instead of ending it. "Pete and Captain Johnston appeared very confused. Captain Werfel said nothing, but walked over to the transporter pad and waved for her concubine to follow. She looked over at me. "I have a question, would it be easier to have Franz wait back on Mongolia? After all..."The look of confusion reappeared on Captain Johnston's face. I giggled. "I'll have to check, but I see where you are going. I believe we can do something along the lines you are thinking. So, will Pete stay behind?"Captain Werfel. After a quick sip she asked rhetorically, "Did last night really happen?" a teasing smile on her face. David chuckled in embarrassment. "Um…did what happen?" He really didn't want to face facts and hoped to joke his way out of his dilemma. She took another sip of her coffee and eyed him coolly over the lip of her mug. Lowering the cup and savoring the java she swallowed then appraised him for a few moments. "This is going to be interesting," she said, nodding her head thoughtfully. "I have a.