.. thank you, Master. I remember how we ran that school. How I had my pick of the boys and you had your pick of the girls. And even some of the teache...s.”“Ooh ... Mrs. White.”“Mmm ... Mrs. White too.”“Julie?”“Oh? Is it your turn to think something’s odd? Go deeper and be honest.”“Ooh, thank you, Mistress. No, I guess I’ve always sort of figured you liked girls too, it’s just that by then, you were like my sister and I know I said I wanted to marry you back when we were four, but by then, I. If she carries on like this she’s in for a messy ending and that’s just what she’s hoping for. She carries on and suddenly notices something in the doorway. She’s been caught red handed. Michael is standing in the door way but as she focuses she can see something… he’s got his hands in his pants and is tugging himself off to her thrusts. “Come in!” she demands Michael walks in awkwardly, one hand still on his junk. “If you’re getting a show… I want one too. Come in here and wank with me” she. Otrera jumped at it, sword raised. Fate’s Child legs sent her ten feet into the air before she came down with a hard slash, but the monster got back onto its paws quickly. It tore through the ground with claws and weight, and got out from underneath Otrera before she could land. So damn fast. Without room to run around, the cat jumped at a large tree, and bounced off of it to come at Otrera again.Jumping at it was a bad idea. The thing was too fast for her to try aerial maneuvers. She crouched. She had overheard conversations between his guests about the Grand Ball.The night finally arrived. They drove to the ball in the big car with the driver. Her master looked impressive in his tux. B had her clothing and collar and was led into the ball on the leash held by her master. Slowly, they made their way in, waiting to be announced as they entered the ballroom. Many of the slaves were just naked, especially males. A few of the female slaves were dressed in garb, both intricate and.