Yes, we will need luck and we do need to have a good plan to accomplish our goal of diverting any future actions or suspicions. But we cannot fool the.... This has to be real. You must be Master Carl. We must be Page and Willow, the sex slaves subject to your whims and wrath. This is the discussion we had weeks ago. Don't look at me like a woman, or treat Willow like a little girl. The slave owners will kill us all. Believe in your heart that we are your property to abuse and use as you see fit.. It is to go to Overlord Roquan D'ronstaq."Norlan thought this curious, to say the least. "Wait outside." He turned to the slave. "You as well."The slave looked a bit nonplussed at the order, but she bowed her head respectfully and exited with the merchant.That was another rather significant difference between Oceanus and the Urisi Nation. Oceanus Overlords trusted their slaves to remain in the room when sensitive matters were discussed. This was not so for the Urisi. Slave loyalty was not as. “How about after work tonight?” Sonia asked. David looked up his diary and said, “Can’t. Nor tomorrow, and then it’s Saturday.” “Saturday is good,” Sonia said flatly, looking directly at a now fidgeting David. “I can’t,” David repeated. Sonia reminded David of the memo from HR. Either an appointment must be made for within the next three days or else the punishment is doubled. David knew the memo existed. “So David Saturday it is. Come to my house at 9.30 am. OK!” David could see Sonia wasn’t. Hermione looked at her redheaded friend and frowned. “I know Ginny, but Harry has been through so much, he really probably doesn’t have time to think about much of anything else. But don’t worry Ginny, sooner or later Harry will come around and he’ll notice you. I mean there is no reason why he shouldn’t, you are so pretty, hell I’ll even go as far as to say you are sexy,” Hermione began blushing at this point, “I mean well, er… what I’m saying is, if I was a guy I would find you very.