“„How?“„Sexually, Master...“„Oh... they can have you too, can they?“„Anyone can have me, Master. That is what my owner has decreed.“...ordon nodded again. „Would you say eighteen strokes of the cane was a severe punishment?“ he asked.Melissa shook her head. „No, master. About... perhaps... average...“„Well, what’s the most strokes of the cane you’ve had?“„Thirty-six, Master...“„My God!“ How the Hell could a woman endure such a thing, he wondered.„I was ordered forty-eight, Master... but fainted. They didn’t grow their hair long like dirty hippies.They were respectable boys.“Fuck that slut’s mouth,” Max groaned. “I can’t believe the preacher’s daughter is charging for blowjobs.”“Always knew she had cock-sucking lips,” groaned Ricky, his voice tight, strained. “Fuck, the little whore is eager for it.”“She’s masturbating,” the third guy said. He was skinny Peter, a nerd with a buttoned-down shirt and a pocket protector, thick glasses on his face, the black-rims square. “Holy schnikes, I. I still likedmy mother's fur, expensive clothes and jewellery best, though! Afterwashing them when my mother was out I hid my lingerie under a looseboard at the bottom of my wardrobe, under a pile of dirty clothes sovile that I knew my mother would not go near them! I was still ateenager, after all, albeit one obsessed with sex with men!"You're my pimp now, darling!" I cooed, kissing his ear as my arms slidaround his body and dropping Leo's money onto him."I always was," he chuckled, and drew. "Where would you put it?" he asked."In one of the buildings here and in a small shell that we can set up outside Fort Henry. The Portal would only need to be man size," I told him."Shell?" he asked, not understanding."Yes, like the one surrounding this station, only smaller," I told him, as I tinted the shell here a light green. Samuel was startled as the sunlight took on a green tint."What is that and where did that come from?" he asked on looking around at the extent of the defensive shell.