I pulled back to give her and me an opportunity to stop it if I’d stepped beyond where she wanted to go. Instead I felt her body move closer and her...lips press against mine as we kissed. I opened my mouth slightly and she eagerly slipped her tongue into it. We French kissed until we’d explored each other’s mouths many times over. We broke our kiss and my lips moved down to her neck, right under her ear and she whispered “Do you think Nicole is asleep?” “I don’t want to stop.” I told her. “We. .”“Why does The Treasury need an intelligence gathering office?” I said.Then something Sir Boris Crossley had said some time ago stirred my memory.He had proposed a method where a resurrected Relocation Bureau could be maintained without funding from a Government department, by the simple expedient of a clandestine office in the Treasury diverting a percentage of revenue gathered from negligent taxpayers.Boris had titled this unit the ‘Reclamation Office’, and suggested that coercion of those. The reaction was not what he expected. Obviously his sister had said no, but Bella had said yes. “Bella? What are you doing?” Laura asked her. “I'm sorry Laura, but just how understanding he has been about the whole situation and everything, I think... I think I'm ready to lose it, now.” She smiled weakly at her friend who could barely believe her ears. “But he's my brother Bella.” She said, her mouth dropping open in astonishment. “I know, but surely you know you can't help who you fall for.”. There was no reluctance from the slave, she was only too happy to follow Travis’s wishes and service the woman he had brought into their strange relationship. Although she had always considered herself open-minded, once she had left college Sara had been certain her opportunity for sexual experimentation was gone. Now her old fantasies and half-remembered desired were re-awakened as the slave kissed and licked her pussy. On her second gasp of pleasure, Yvoine looked up into Sara’s eyes. She was.