He worried how the other children that Vasari has so callously created without his consent were thriving. He couldn’t claim them as the mother had a...l of the legal rights unless she abused the child.It was only very rich and powerful men that could control the destiny of their children, and they were few in number, from what he had learnt. Many used the facade of their wives, to control from behind the scenes. He remembered a quote from the old Earth files his people had, ‘That behind every. Her thigh high black leather boots and leather gloves completed Her amazing wardrobe. In Her left hand was a black riding crop, but in Her right was a pink leash.The leash was attached to the red collar of Her soon to be slave, who was on all fours and crawling obediently behind Her as She commanded. slave always followed and never led. Leading was the role of Mistress alone and slave's sole purpose was to follow and obey.slave looked like the perfect bride. he was wearing all white as demanded. ‘A nice touch,’ she said to herself as she settled in with her manuscript in her lap and a glass of champagne her hand. Arrival The hotel room also turned out to be first class. After she had checked in, Sarah went down for dinner, wearing her most authoritative outfit. The presenters were dining together that first evening, so they could get to know one another. There were five presenters, each an expert in one field or another. She took inventory: an ordinary looking married couple, a brash. She had long dark hair, a cute face with large brown eyes and a nicely developing figure. The swimsuit she wore wasn't a bikini but it showed off her perky little breasts. Her stomach was gently rounded and her ass was nice and tight. She was on the diving board getting ready to dive when I called to her."Hi, anybody home?", She stopped in mid motion and looked over at me."Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Are you our new neighbor?" Yeah, we're just moving in. Are there any kids our age around.