"Preston, you're all I have left. I'd trust you with my life, and I did. It turned out alright too, didn't it?"She pulled off her top and slithered ou... of her damaged skirt. "Well at least you took my shoes off," she said. She dropped the discarded clothing beside the bed."I vaguely remember us going shopping. Do I have fresh clothes for tomorrow?" she asked.I nodded. "You have a couple of pairs of jeans, some dress slacks, three sweaters and a dress. There are shoes and stockings and socks. " She pointed to a filthy hulk of a man, chained to othersno cleaner. "My lovely," cooed Mustafa, "they are captured pirates, fitonly to row the galleys." "I want that one." She pointed to her former master, who,even had he bothered to look, would not have recognized herbehind her veil, with her blonde hair covered. "Mustafa. thereis no one here who speaks my native language. That barbariandoes. And he could hoe the garden, and carry water from thewell, allowing me more time. He had some calculations extrapolating from what he had measured in the small units and modifying them for the new circuit he was using for the pod. While this gave him an idea of what to expect there was still a considerable uncertainty about what would actually happen.Jason spent a couple minutes checking to ensure everything was ready. The video monitor in front of him was on, displaying the video from his forward camera. Finding nothing left to be done he flipped the switch that activated. And via the reflection of this mirror I strained to make something out. At first I thought it was the reflection of a poster of a man against her wall, but then the supposed poster moved a little, and came better in focus. It was Mark. Mark was standing somewhere in her room, hidden off somewhere to her side. His was dressed only in a muscle shirt, and nothing else. It was very difficult to make out the scene from a reflection, but he appeared to have his cock in hand, moving his hand with a.