She was doing it all ad lib. After dropping her panties to the deck, she went down the step, sat on the seat, and motioned for him sit beside her.“I...think I’m going to like bow hunting. You sure didn’t oversell how nice this all is. A great meal, red wine, a cool night, and a warm hot tub to sit in. What you didn’t tell me though is how wonderful it would be for a beautiful, capable, naked man to be sitting here in the tub next to me.”“But you didn’t tell me about how wonderful it is to be. I can do a couple of things to minimize that possibility," she suggested."Get the odds of a trace to 1% or below and then we will do it," I suggested.While I sat on my combo sofa/bed trying to think who best to share the file with, Eve scanned the local police department's dope files. She was looking for any of the known associates from the Estavante file she had begun to build earlier.The only things of which I was sure, was that I did not want to live in a Narco Terror state, nor did I wan't. Everything he'd said had been correct. Standing here with nothing but a pair of panties and a garter belt to hide her shame, Verity's anger dissolved into moist, humiliated defeat. She began to nod her head slowly. "I don't like being a girl," she murmured, mostly to herself.She struggled to control her emotions, knowing that they had been expecting some display of weakness. She'd broken down six times over the past month (each incident no doubt recorded in Wanderly's daily report). Part of it. ”That was so true, I had to wonder how much Becky had really minded being gang-banged by us in her sex-slave role. She seemed to accept straight away that now she’d told us the end she may as well tell us the beginning; so had she really needed to resist so long?“I was sent to boarding school,” she started anyhow, “as my parents were abroad so much. It was a Catholic school, all very proper and rigid and boring. I got to fourteen and a few of the teachers were looking at me, you know, when they.