“Besides, I forgot to moisturize.”Scott hadn’t noticed it before, but she had brought a bottle of lotion with her. He knew it was part of her n...ghtly routine – to slather much of her skin with it – but rarely had he seen her do it out here in the living room, much less in a skimpy nightdress. Cocking an eyebrow, Scott scrutinized her and decided to be honest about the fiery look in her eyes he had seen earlier.“But...I thought you and Dad might be...”“Sleeping off a little romp?” she. Petra was in the process of stopping, a look of horror frozen on her face. Beads of perspiration gleamed like diamonds on my fellow sex slaves’ faces, droplets of spittle hung suspended in the air before their mouths.My head whipped around. “Master, I stopped time! Isn’t that... ?”Justin wasn’t moving, either. I blinked, seeing him standing still, immobilize, the gun’s barrel pressed against his head. The agent looked so wild, his face frozen in an expression of thuggish brutality. The bastard. Maybe he was playing the long game.The more she thought about it, though, the less she believed it. Yren was just ... Yren. He was a commoner so maybe he didn’t even know how to act around her. He had never displayed an agenda or acted anything more than what he was. It was one of the reasons she liked him. ... and she DID like him, of course. It didn’t go further than that, though. It couldn’t go farther than that. She liked him, they were friends, and she’d named him her protector. She felt. " I see you in my computer. Now you realize this is all about pleasure, I need you to sign this waiver and let you know you will be experiencing all kinds of pleasure today."I took the waiver form, but I still was not sure what she meant about the term pleasure. I mean facials, massages, manicures and pedicures are certainly heavenly, but I wouldn't say it is the ultimate pleasure. I just smiled and took a seat.I did notice, while I was waiting in the room, I was the only person there. There.