” When both girls’ eyes widened in disbelief as they sucked in a breath, Cox went on, “Jasmine Conners is an anthropologist who came to study on...twenty-two fourteen – the designation of the prison planet. She’s working on her doctorate but decided to marry and remain on the planet with Morales. And before your chins bounce off the floor, she is the reason we’re here shopping for more wives for Morales.”That got their undivided attention.“He’s on another planet?” Charlene repeated, doubt and. What would I tell her, exactly, by way of explanation? That I was some sort of fugitive from justice? That we had to run away or I would soon be imprisoned for terrible crimes?What crimes, exactly? She would certainly want to know.Maybe the truth was what I needed, here. Maybe I should tell her the whole story, and let the chips fall. But, my God! How risky would that be? Would Ellie's ideal of the man she wanted disappear, the moment she found out who I really was? Would I -- Young Karl --. I walked over and stood in front of her, getting a little irritated. This wasn't her normal pattern, and I was both irritated and excited by her behavior. "You will address me as Mistress, slave!" Amanda barked, smacking me on the ass with the riding crop. It stung, but strangely, it felt good. "Do you understand, slave?" Yes," I said, uncertainly. She smacked me on the thigh with the riding crop. "Yes, Mistress," I hastily amended. My cock was already moving."Strip slave and kneel before me,". She was a young looking career girl, but not too young, or shy. She wore a dark blue suit, and a light blouse peaked under her jacket. ‘I’m John…’ he said expectantly. ‘Oh…I’m Wendy.’ she said with reluctance. She was about risk her neck with this man. Shouldn’t he know her name? She mounted the bike, and he casually followed. He eased the bike into the street, and made a wide half-circle to get in the northbound lane. She had her hands on her thighs at first, but once he picked up speed she.