“...his slave, or his despot,” I whispered, and dreaded to finish it, “but never his companion.” “A despot. Isn’t that an interesting cho...ce of word?” I wasn’t sure if she expected me to answer, but it quickly became a moot point. Her fingers dexterously pushed the straps of my dress to the sides, and they slid over my shoulders. A gasp drew forth from my throat when the dress’ front slipped down and exposed my bra-covered breasts “A true despot would be allowed to do anything with you.. A curious, 20 year old, man. By a cursory glance, nothing remarkable stood out. He wasn't very smart or incisive. In fact he was borderline dimwitted. Small of stature, he stands at only about 5'7” and not a hint of muscle definition on him. He did have one thing to his advantage, though. He just didn't know it.He was wide-hipped and carried a fat bottom, that every girl secretly envied him for. To him it was natural and never once thought of it as a sexual organ to entice a lover. After all,. Silly really. Nobody needs those sort of goods when local versions are completely adequate but there is still an ex-pat demand. When I needed larger supplies to put in shops rather than deliver personally I needed a local name, a delivery-in base and help with the accounts and local taxations. Showie supplied all this for 70% of the profits. I just placed the goods in the shops or continued to deliver direct where appropriate. We had moved up from just British goods to American, French and. I guess they had seen it all. Had a Sort'a don't ask, don't tell kind'a attitude Ya' know?" Hmmmm." Katsuhito nodded knowingly."And who the hell was I to argue?" She continued adamantly. "Hell! I was just so pumped to finally be THERE!That whole time/space goof up thing seemed more like a godsend to me right then once I understood.Like I'd save myself a whole bunch of time!"She continued to regard him, though Katsuhito could see her smile falter ever so slightly."Least that is until ... IT.