It won't matter whether you're fucking me, my father or any other guy at one of our parties because sex isn't what love's about, love is about this." ...nd I pointed to where my heart would be as I walked in and sat on the arm of the chair next to Anne. "You experienced the party, you know by now how things happen in this house, I suggest the ball is well and truly in your court."Anne didn't say anything, instead she stood up and walked over to Connie, pulled her off the couch and led her to me.. She was not giving a look of scrutiny, but, loving, the same way my mother does from time to time. When we got to the top of the stairs, we took a few steps down the hall to where two doors stood facing one another and stopped. Pointing to the one on our left, Laurie smiled, and opening the door, said, ‘This is your room, Tommy. Mine’s right across the hall, in case you’re wondering, and that door at the end of the hall is the bathroom.’ Then as we set my bags down, I started to say something,. By the time the buyers arrived, the merchandise was in place. Freddie liked to let them see what was on offer. The twelve girls were all tied, one to each pillar, a single cord around each of their necks sufficient to keep them in place. They stood as they had been instructed, silent, motionless, eyes cast down. Freddie was pleased. Andrea had done a good job. He liked it when the stock did as it was told.Freddie, ever the good host, saw to his friends' drinks and guided each of them to the. “Auntie Swarta wanted to look after our baby today. Isn’t that sweet? She is such a wonderful co-wife. I called her last night.”“Hang on. I’m coming down.”Before getting too far, our shipbuilding supply chief stopped me. “Milord, I thought you should know the last barge from the warehouse didn’t load any oil of turpentine. We do have enough for today’s work and I took the liberty of using a wizard apprentice to contact the warehouse scribe so that they will make the turpentine a priority item.