”“We will,” I said. “How do you think she should be punished, Kyra?”Kyra looked around at the messy apartment. It had soda bottles scattered...around, some clothing on the floor, a few boxes that it looked like never got unpacked when Janette had moved in. A bowl of cereal, looking like she had been in the process of eating it, sat on her table. Newspapers lay scattered everywhere, still rolled up and held closed by rubber bands.“Slave, fetch a newspaper with your teeth and bring it back to me so. She paused, looking worried, so I turned back to her, smiling reassuringly. "Rule number one is -- and really applies only to Mom and me and Elaine -- no lying, ever. What we say, we mean, and if we would have to lie, even to be polite, we don't. It is 'I'd rather not say, ' or something like that. But that's for us, we don't hold visitors to it. It's just, well, I want you to know that you can believe what we say."She thought this over. "I like that. My house could use a rule like that. What's. " Oh, dear. If that is true I shall have to do it for you, won't I?" she asked as she unbuttoned his shirt.Turning her away from him, he unclipped her brassière and slipped it off her shoulders. As he ran his hands under her arms to cup both breasts from behind, he realised that, far from shaving her pubic hair, she didn't even shave under her arms.'If she is to join my harem, much will have to change, ' he reflected.In the morning, she went back to her apartment and packed her things for a. He looked up as I stopped in my tracks, and pushed his brown hair out of his eyes to get a better view of me. I quickly apologized for intruding, stating that I didn’t know someone was in the room and started to turn around to exit. “Hey, why don’t you stay? I don’t need the whole room, just a quiet space,” he said in a deep voice. “Oh gosh, thank you so much! You don’t know how much I need this! All the rooms are full and my exam is tomorrow,” I gushed with relief. He nodded his head and went.