She was stunning. Tall dressed in a miniscule bikini. She had long flowing black hair that fell across her bikini top mostly hiding her small breasts....I had though his wife would be black but she wasn't. Mrs. Reginald was Asian, probably Chinese. Her bathing suit bottoms were cut high on her thighs barely covering her pubic hairs and exposing most of her perfectly shaped behind.She was speaking but I hadn't heard a word. Finally with a grin on her face she said. "Thirsty young man?" She had a. You can thank the elder for insisting I accompany him here after we had a great conversation about some suggestions, I had regarding opportunities for some of the families. I expect to get a lot of shit from them at some point after he tells them of my crazy idea. I hope they at least consider one way I think they can use to gain favor with the governments in their home country, regardless of the nature of their family businesses. I guess I will see how crazy they think my idea is. I’m nowhere. “Sir, your flight is being called,” said the reception bot, “If you would please make your way to the gate.”Colin stepped back and offered his hand to Bill who grasped it firmly, “I’ll see you around, Bill,” he said.“Make us proud, Colin,” said Bill, “and come back safe.”“I will,” agreed Colin as he hefted his bag into a more comfortable position and stepped through the gate and headed for the shuttlecraft that would carry him away from Montrose.The Peitho was a Canopus-class freighter that. " Excellent. Now, be a good little sub and put on that blindfold ..."Megan picked the blindfold up off of the bed. She gasped, as the cut-throat razor underneath was exposed. She couldn't take her eyes off how sharp the blade looked. "Amber. Amber....Amber," she stuttered, backing away slightly. "Please Sir, give me a moment.." Certainly sub. Take a second to get your breathing under control. Trust, remember."Megan's chest heaved up and down, and her pulse hammered in her ears as she fought.