‘Hi! So you’re back,’ she said. ‘Yes,’ Matt said. ‘I like looking at you sleep. You do look a little better.’ ‘I feel a little bette..., too. I’m thirsty, though.’ ‘That’s good. I made you some more tea – better take it a little slowly at first.’ He picked up the mug and gave it to her. Then he sat down to have his coffee while Charlotte drank her tea. When she had finished her mug he took it from her, and she lay down under the duvet and looked at him. ‘It’s the twenty-fourth today, isn’t. Sarah felt more feminine and sexy wearing that sort of undergarment occasionally, was vaguely aware of the occasional glance, but was not overly conscious of the effect on male colleagues. She always wore a cardigan or a blouse, etc. over the camisole, so in her mind her exterior appearance was always much the same, pleasant but unremarkable. For Matt, on the other hand, the opposite was true, because the camisole days were the highlight of each month for him, or at least they had been. . The crowdstarted to murmur and I could tell there was a general delight withcraftsmanship and design. The cameras also seemed to go wild and for thefirst time ever in my life I felt truly beautiful. It was an odd butfulfilling feeling. Sure, it was mostly the dress, but a little of itwas me. No one bowed, but I could feel there deferential thoughts as Ipassed them. I made sure to pause at the end of the runway and lookedacross the assembled press line so everyone could get a view. No wonder Anubis had told her to keep her eyes down.Mustava had taken her to a furnace of a room. Put in a stockade, wrists chained up behind her, legs spread and tail braced up helplessly, he had prattled at her as he worked. He said she was special. Anubis had never brought him a slave before, much less a personal breeder. He had mused to himself as to why his nephew would have chosen her considering he had offered other virgins, and of all sorts of fur colors. He said the branding and.