He checked both of them. They were unconscious, but alive. Even in slumber, they were attractive women, and as he ran his hands over their bodies, che...king for injuries, he reflected on the fact that he had often fantasised about just such an interaction - although in less dire circumstances, obviously.A thorough inspection of the two women suggested their injuries were not too worrying. He thought Laurel had a broken leg. Telea just had a nasty concussion. Both could be treated without. Then again, as your slave, I’m here to please you and the gods will just have to understand, won’t they?” Satya commented as she ate the cheeseburger that I ordered for her from the cafeteria.“Sorry, I didn’t think of your religious prohibitions, babe. I should have,” I started to apologize, but Satya would hear none of it.“Don’t be silly. You gave me an excuse to do something wicked for a change. Hell, being your slave is going to give me a lot of excuses for that, isn’t it? I love it! All. I also told Naomi about the session I had planned for the next day, which would, in all likelihood, last most of the day. Before I started in on working on the competition prints, I reloaded the van with the equipment I thought I'd need. That way, I could work on the files without too much interruption or distraction.With Naomi screening the calls, I knew I could count on the time I needed to get the pictures for the competition ready. I decided to hold off on the group picture as I wanted to. Beverly Stuart, huh?’ She blushed at the insinuation but followed along as Tad led them to a secluded spot in back. Tad pulled out her chair. ‘Secluded enough?’ Ethan slid in close to Beverly. ‘Perfect. Just perfect. What do you want to start off with? Anything you want, you got. Tonight is yours.’ ‘Tonight is ours, Ethan.’ She thought for a second. ‘I’ll have a glass of sherry.’ ‘Cutty Sark on the rocks for me.’ They both watched as the neighborhood loudmouth rushed off to fulfill their order,.