He stooped for the knickers and sat back upright, running the delicate lace through his fingertips as if reading panty Braille. No flashes of recognit...on sprang forth. He rotated the garment until the stained crotch was upright, a pair of silvery trails alluding to her state of arousal. He delicately touched one of the glimmering tracks, finding it tacky against the pad of his finger and immediately felt the familiar surge in his veins. Furtively checking over his shoulder to confirm she was. " The old man beckoned John inside and closed the door behind him. "My name is Martin Woodsworth. Feel free to call me Mr. Woodsworth. I am the head butler around here. You arrived sooner than we had anticipated. Mr. Johnson is slightly preoccupied at the moment, but he shouldn't be for long." He raised his wrist to his mouth. Upon it was some sort of black wristband hidden just beneath the cuff of his suit. He pressed his thumb against the black band and spoke. "Mr. Johnson, Mr. Doe has. One or the other will do something they just can’t come back from.”“They’re totally in love! I know it’s not our lifestyle, but it seems to work for them and from what they tell me it keeps things exciting in the bedroom.”I grinned at the way she gushed. “Not rethinking this whole monogamy thing, are you?”She blushed and grinned. “Never. I like what we have just fine. In fact, why don’t we go into the bedroom and I’ll remind you of that.”“One problem.”“What’s that honey?”“The bedroom’s too far. When multiple people interact it must be done within the boundaries, choices and actions each has willingly agreed too. No one should be forced or coerced to do anything against their will. As a society we will endeavor to protect the weak from the strong provided those actions don't conflict with our prime directive."We were not intending to make a speech, but we seem to have done so. So, as a final thought, we hope and pray that the Gods and Goddesses will aid and guide us, both in dealing.