“Remove your blouse.”She unbuttoned the blouse slowly and slipped it off. She had an attractive blue bra on, that pushed her breasts up.“Remove...your bra.”She nodded and unfastened it. It fell to the ground. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples in a brown areola. She really didn’t need a bra.“Remove your slacks.”She unfastened the button and pulled them down her legs and off.“Remove the panties.”She hesitated. She was breathing heavily now, and I saw a slight tremble. Her eyes. "The sound of my voice was the only thing that gave identity to theperson who in all other respects looked like Carole from across theroom."What's going on, why are you... I mean, why?"Tearfully, the crying started immediately as I clutched the champagneglass with both hands to my faux bosom, my body racked with sobs. Icouldn't bear to look at his face, to realize the sense of betrayal oftrust I felt my actions had caused.I stood there, sobbing, for about the longest minute of my life, my. Her giggle was the nicest sound Dan had ever heard. Elaine smiled, “ I’ve never been called a young lady before but I could get use to it.”“You’re my young lady.” He murmured bending forward and kissing her tenderly on the lips; her eyes closed and she kissed him back.Then silence.They both felt embarrassed.Dan, rather lost, turned to the radio and fiddled with the dial.“Must be something better to hear on this thing Elaine,”She too was flustered and gazed into the glass while sipping from. "There are ten of us, sir. Some clean, some cook, some do other things," she said."I see. Well, Saiyani, I want you to get all the other slavegirls and bring them to me. I want to see all of you right here quickly," I said."Yes Master," she said and scampered off to get them. Tara rose from her seat at my feet and got dressed in her cloak again. She took a seat at the second smaller chair to my left. A few moments later ten beautiful women assembled in front of me, all kneeling as they had been.