There we waited for several minutes. I had become fully alert again, and presently was aware of the sound of threepairs of footsteps descending the ma...ble steps leading down from the Porch.I felt the light cart sway as they took their seats, then Bessie tugged onmy bit-ring, pulling me half-round to face in the opposite direction. She releasedher hold, the whip flicked my haunches, and I began to walk forward, the weightof the cart a trifle to the heavy logs I'd just hauled. The whip flicked. “I’m very good Mrs. Temple. Just here to help Claire. Again.”Jeanie smiled as Gay Taylor continued to hug her. She watched in pleasure as she his crotch bulge out. His hands encircled her tiny waist and squeezed her rock hard ass. Jeanie worked so hard to stay in good space. Not that George ever noticed. She tilted her head back and softly moaned as Gay Taylor began kissing her neck and throat.“So do you two have plans?”“Nothing special, just the usual study.” He responded as he lifted Jeanie. My golden tan isn't the result of sunbathing. When your skin can turn bullets, a little UV isn't that much of a problem. I'm pretty sure the color of my skin is an unconscious projection of an idealized self-image. At least, Monty thinks so, and he's probably the world's leading authority on metahumans. When in doubt – defer to authority. Not exactly my motto, but an easy-out.Further on down the road, I realized that I was enjoying myself. Not the scenery or the weather, both of which were. " The words tailed off."Adam, I have been seeing that poster on your bedroom wall for the last year or so, not to mention the used tissues in your waste bin," she smiled, "I just was not sure it would look good on me." Oh yes," he breathed, "it does. What did you mean?"She looked at him, confused."You said something about having 'your own Princess Leia slave' or at least I think you did," he explained."Oh, that?" she laughed, "I was asking if you would enjoy having me as your Princess Leia.