A need to be wanted. A need to love like she had never loved before. This led to an exchange of several kisses and their bodies pressing into one anot...er. He sat their fully clothed and she sat there in her bra, a tee shirt that went down to her knees and panties. That was pretty much what she wore every night before she went to bed.The next few moments remained somewhat foggy in his brain. He remembers the continued kissing but then his hand was beneath her shirt groping her bra covered. " But you helped, didn't you?"Huh? No, not really. I didn't touch her at all." No. I mean with your link. You helped," she said accusingly."Oh, yeah, I guess. Is she alright?" I asked, worried now."Alright? God, I should feel so good. I want one of those, too..." As an afterthought she added, " ... if you please, Master."It was the first time I had intentionally helped one of them with an orgasm. This link thing I had seemed to be different, much more powerful than the ones they had and I still. There’s an Overland Park maggot name Darrel Clemson. I’d been keeping a loose eye on him, making sure he was still around.He had hooked up with a married woman, Cherry Connors. She worked in City Hall -- the Kansas City one, not Overland Park -- and had come to me in tears.This Clemson asshole secretly taped them fucking merrily away. She was enjoying the clandestine fling, her second in 16 years of marriage.Clemson, fucking mook, posted the sex tape at seven online porn sites. The tape clearly. Perhaps I could get her to do a strip one evening. Ho hum. There was little of note in the room, but there were some interesting photos. There was, in particular, the General himself with his wife, one or two with their son, and several of another lady that I assumed must be the General's sister since they were so alike. No doubt HL's researches over the recent past would turn up a name for her.Investigation of the attic rooms turned up an amazing collection of dresses, uniforms and all sorts.