The door to their living quarters opened and Yuri and Ginaya steeped out followed by Malika, Storm and Damia all members of one of the four family uni...s. The uniforms they wore were both simple and yet stunning. Each wore a half top with skintight shorts, which were both Khaki in color. Around their necks was a black collar about two inches wide and made of a soft material. A black belt that supported a holstered pistol on one hip and a sheathed knife on the other surrounded their waist. Tight. We eat at a nice restaurant and as we are eating dinner one of the girls is rubbing her foot up and down my leg. Every so often she pushes her foot into my crotch. From the way we are sitting I can’t tell which girl it is. After dinner we stop in the lounge of my hotel for a drink. We are sitting in a booth and after a while Maureen’s daughter excuses herself. Maureen turns to me and says you’ve been staring at my tits all night. I explain they look so nice I can’t help it. With that she grabs. Tea was sober, formal, almost grim.My stepmother is but a decade older than I am; my wife, two years younger. My mother was a dozen years older still. Pious, hypocritical, over-fed breeders. I made my wife’s life miserable, I know. But she had that actor, Tressler. My step-mother had her daughters and her Breviary. The daughters were her pride: Maria Annunziata took vows and was now Abbess in Bohemia; Elizabeth married the Prince of Liechtenstein.The coffee was weak. The cakes too sweet. I. »I first thought you were a politician. Thank god, you’re not.« he smiled and began to talk about his experiences with the US legal system, which bored the woman to death. But she was a professional and hid it effortlessly.After a while, the woman’s glass of champagne was empty. Promptly, it was refilled by a waiter wearing white gloves. As the woman intended to take another sip, a last one before she would dump the boring man and move on to one of the groups of people, which inevitably formed.