He poured her a 4th glass of wine and moved up to her arm and shoulder. He poured her a 5th glass and was creasing her waste and had his hands on her ...egs. Heather was getting stimulated be all this but couldn’t understand how. Finally after the 6th glass she was to weak to resist. She laid back on the couch and let Ian do what he wanted. He wasted no time in unbuttoning her shirt and opening it up. Their before him where the best C-cups he had ever seen. Only a blue laced bra where. She wore it with ashort pleated skirt in chocolate taffeta that fastened with three largebuttons down the front."Or satin girls' panties with lace round the legs," she snapped. "That'swhat brings your prick up, isn't it? Shall we try it? Shall we see howgirlish that infant little prick has become, eh? Eh? Or a good whippingwith the cane, eh? It likes that. Feels all defenceless and girlish,doesn't it? Enid, turn his chair and I'll give him a wake-up whipping."Nurse Feel clicked her pupil's. He notified Director,"Charging, following pointer; simulated firing" and with a slight pause as his mental clock wound down "Now" and pressed the stud. The gain chamber charge fell to zero and began recharging. Morg made a further minute change to the gyroscopic control and the exercise was repeated several times. Visualising "Artemis'" track in orbit, Morg made further calculations and adjusted the pointers and mount positioning — he asked TJ to check his figures only to get a rude noise in. The three women were slaves, brought along to service Willem and his officers. Great. In that case, we were supposed to free them and let them go home, but they had no homes to return to. They had all three either been born on Mountain Isle into slavery or been captured as children.I looked at Gina, and she looked at me. “They are no longer slaves. They are free. We will put them to work if they stay with us, but they aren’t slaves. We’ll find someplace for them. They may want to stay at.