’ She halted Jenkins’ protest with a raised hand. ‘You will go to her and apologise. You may have her, for I will not have tensions in this hous...hold. She is a good girl and you are fond of her as am I. Now go and deal with it and let that be an end to this nonsense.’ Never before had I see Jenkins look so sad. She spoke quietly. ‘You are, of course, correct Mistress and I shall apologise to Maria and I do so now to Madeleine with all sincerity.’ She smiled wanly at me and I smiled back at her,. John wasted no time pulling his trucks off and waiting for me. I slowly removed my bikini top and bottoms expecting everyone to stare at me but no one even notice or bothered. We picked up our things and walked further down the beach to where it look quieter and sat back down. We just got our selves comfy and when a guy came from the dudes walking towards the sea, his cock was huge long, thick and flopping from side to side as he walked. Fucking hell I said to John is that him. No John replied. I could see a bed in there. On the bed was a woman, going in, I leaned over and touched two fingers to her neck and I found no pulse. Her beautiful face was looking up at me, her eyes open, and fear could be seen etched onto her cold face. Her red hair, the first I had seen on these futuristic humans, was fanned out over the pillow. It reminded me of Lisel's hair and when I touched it; my hand came back red with blood.Closing my eyes, I tried to block out the image, and then another appeared.. The three generations of women stood side by side in just their bras, panties, and high heels. They were wearing identical set in the same exact color but in different sizes. Gail was wearing a 34-B, Jenny was wearing a 36-D, and Grandma was wearing a 40-DDD. I knew that their panties were different sizes too but I didn’t need to know that information.Jenny said, “Tonight is your lucky night. You get to sample three generations of Baker women. We all have a different last name now but believe.