”“Thank you, Alfred.”“Very good, Sir.”Now where did that phrasing come from? Had the AI been doing a little research on master-servant relat...onships among the British? Perhaps I should call it ‘Jeeves.’ No, that would make me ‘Bertie Wooster’ and I needed no more suggestions that I was the idiot in the relationship.We entered a long room with rows of what looked like little doors on one wall and tables scattered through the rest of the room. People were lining up at the little doors, so with. He tried to keep away from friends of his parents - his mother's best friend had been a treat, but had tainted the relationship for years. He didn't want to risk that again. And for the most part, he stayed away from family - apart from Willow, of course. But Aunt Gwen was so closed off, so aloof, so shelled. Every time he saw her, he just wanted to pull her down and fuck her.Or maybe she was the dominant type like Aunt Ame. You can't always tell, he knew. Some people didn't even know. Well, squirt, I'm heading back to my room, back to bed." "I thought you were going to stay in the girls' room tonight," said Bobby. Greg was puzzled. "The girls' room?" "Yeah. That's where you were awhile ago. Gee, you must be sick if you can't even remember where you slept all day. Mom put you in there this morning, 'member? Because their bathroom has all the tile floors and stuff, in case you got the pukes or something. Jan was really mad about it." Greg nodded. "I'm still kinda fuzzy. You glance over at the woman in the gown; she’s barely moved since you started, except to sit down. She’s watching but doesn’t seem aroused, or even interested. Maybe she’s as bored with this as you are. You decide to tap out. “Alright, I’m done. What’s next?”The next few seconds are a blur. Suddenly, the blonde bitch is on top, you’re lying prone on the table, and the woman in the gown is helping press your limbs into the shackles that wouldn’t close earlier. They close now, sealing you in..