The comment made was that her family obviously used her like a slave in household tasks. One wonders what they're doing without her." I know what they...re doing," the RSM said. "He's bought a female slave who is warming Fourteen's father's bed when she's not being put to work in the house. I suppose it's something that he hasn't indulged in a little incest. But from what she's said, reading between the lines, so to speak, that's about the only way she's been considered."Bert shrugged. "I talked. ’ ‘Yes Mistress.’ After the receptionist left, Mistress looked over Ryan. He was about 6 foot, not really overly muscular, but trim and fit. He had blond hair, and blue eyes. She looked forward to seeing more of him. Mistress only took men who where attractive enough arouse her, and Ryan was definitely up to her standards. ‘So why are you here? What do you think I can do for you?’ ‘Well,’ Ryan replied, ‘ I can’t seem to satisfy my girl-‘ ‘First’, interrupted Mistress, ‘if you wish to be. It put me in an almost trance, blanking my mind out until I reached the outskirts of town. It was late, about 11 at night. I pulled into the filling station to filled up. Then my phone rang and my mood immediately turned bad. It was my wife.I guess a man shouldn't get upset when his wife calls, but I couldn't help it. Dread balled up in the pit of my stomach. I thought for a second I should let it go to voice mail, but then she would just call back later. Reluctantly, I hit the button to pick. The children picked up Wikki etiquette but it did not help much. Some of the younger Wikki were viewed as corrupted and were chastised by their superiors but there was little they could do about it.The 'kids' were much better techs than those that had not met us. The Wikki had used similar techniques on their own young to see if they could emulate what I had done. It worked but not as well as I had managed. The type of love I used I think helped much more. The competition with the Tomma type.