She looked utter relaxed. Babbette could not truly have done a bad job. I went across and put on her collar and chain. She shuddered again.“Up, slav...,” I ordered. She stood and then I led her to the door. “Good afternoon, Ma’am.”“Good afternoon, Conrad.” The door closed behind us. I led Babbette along the corridor and then down into the slave quarters. We entered her cell. The other occupant was absent. I removed Babbette’s collar and then squeezed her big breasts.“Your recent Mistress did not. ?? ?Sally,before we start I want to make sure you know what I will do. I will be usingrope like this one to tie you up, not too tight but firm enough that you willnot be able to get out.? Of course, youwill have to be naked, so if you want to change your mind, this is your lastchange.?? She continued to just sitthere, seemingly fascinated by the length of rope. What I had said about beingnaked had not even caused her to blink. ?Please stand up and remove your clothes,starting with your top and. Sure enough, the mop of curly hair, the grin, the lanky frame— Gavin Strickland as MC? Would wonders never cease. ‘Well, folks, it looks like we’re in for a long haul, speeches, wedding party, dancing, so on, so in the interests of world peace, the bar is offering free drinks for the next five minutes—’ It was a tasteless joke, but a lot of people laughed—which meant all was well, as far as Zach was concerned, except for how Christa gave Gavin a mighty glare. Well, he supposed you couldn’t. A ravenous need wells up inside her, settling and throbbing between her thighs. She isn’t a prisoner here. She is going to become a stalker. The former rebel knows just what she wants, what she needs. She springs to the door and back outside into the warm air. She catches the eye of a passing guardian and quickly directs him over to her.She is back on the bed, legs spread and beckoning the man forward. Without hesitation, the guardian is fully hard and pressing himself between her legs. Half of.