" "Make that yes, Master. Don't speak unless told to. Again." "Yes, Master." She didn't think of him as her master,but she had promi...ed.... She had prepared by bathing herselfvery thoroughly and trying to psyche herself up for the ordealahead, whatever that was. "Remove your clothes, everything." She obeyed,deliberately, watching him watch her. When she stood there,naked, he said, "You are, as they say, full-figured, but I likethose tits. Nice ass, too. Now put. The butler was several inches taller and was wearing a black wooltailcoat with black satin lapels and decorative buttons and a whitebuttoned-down vest. Her trousers were high waisted, flat-panel wool anddropped straight down to a low-heeled black patent leather pump. Theuniform was accessorized with a gold silk tie, perfectly knotted overtopa crisp cotton shirt with spread collar, her dark hair styled to hershoulders.The footwomen stood at a sort of attention behind the butler. They eachhad. He flinches at the tightening of the invisible grip expecting another meeting with the wall and instead the release is suddenly slackened and he finds himself falling for the floor. The impact with the ground feels far worse than the wall. Spencer attempts to get up, but only makes it as far as pushing his body up using his arms when darkness overcomes him.­-The two Goji facing Samantha draw out their swords and split up, each going to opposite sides of the woman. She already has Kotetsu out in. Then again as his hand moved the other direction. And again, again. He was still. The sound. Like something tearing; cloth tearing. She could feel him close to her face. His lips on hers. Another kiss which she accepted and returned. Then another feeling on her forehead, down her temple, down her cheek and then to the other side. What was that. It was soft and tickled somewhat; like a feather. Where would he get a feather? Was it a feather? It was on her neck, under her chin, all.