The only memory you seem to have is a deep and gravely voice followed by a mechanical beeping. You hear words, yet you can't make out a single word.Yo... stand up and find that you are wearing a raggy hood and what some firm pads. Wrapped around your waist is a purple and white cloth with a gold stripe running through it. You find a holster on the belt this cloth is attached to. In the holster is a bulky revolver. It has a golden hammer, trigger, and iron sight, the rest is decorated with. It was an unnecessary worry. Scott's fingers handled the number twopencil just fine. It danced over the answer sheet, marking answers morequickly than the real Vicky Osborne could have ever possibly done.Fortunately, Scott was smart enough to know that finishing early andappearing bored would attract the scrutiny of Vicky's teachers, so shekept checking and rechecking her answers. To her surprise, she found oneor two in each section that she'd marked wrong on the first pass throughthe. This was going to take some getting used to. A servant.I had been split off from my companions, and eventually bullied into changing into the set of green clothing that had been ordered for me, on my first visit here. I still didn't have boots, just the shoes I had on, on arrival. Still, it didn't look bad. They were black leather hiking shoes, and they actually took a fairly decent polish.I looked again at the fine connections that had reestablished themselves as soon as I had come back. The weekend evenings with her husband usually consisted of dinner and some outside activity or event followed by some good leisurely lovemaking.Sunday, the couple usually attended church and then visited his parents or hers. When they returned they would just relax and fool around until bedtime. By then both were sexually sated so sleep came quickly.By Monday, though, she was ready for some different hands on her body and other cocks between her legs. She had become very good at separating in.