Carter introduced me to his father who was still up but getting ready to go to bed. He looked me over, but he was nice. I think he approved of the gir... his son was going to sleep with tonight.The servant gave me a glass of wine and some snacks and then departed. Carter put on a movie, but we didn’t watch more than 20 minutes of it. He kissed me; I kissed him back and we kissed some more. Then he grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. Within moments of closing the door, we were. And it was probably all her own fault. Damn! Why couldn't she have been a sponsor? Why couldn't Daddy have fixed it like he fixed everything else for her? She just wasn't at all suited to being a concubine. She deserved far better."Thank you Private. Dismissed," Mark told him.Bill saluted and marched out.Flic stayed where she was. Having heard everything, she knew that for the moment she belonged to the Civil Service, not Bill. Oh God! The Civil Service. They couldn't put her in one of their. “Now, we see where inexperience is starting to hurt slave Brianna,” Willoughby lewdly commented when she took another two tries and struggled to swallow all of the six-incher. “While most of the other slave women handled these smaller ones quite easily, Brianna looks like she’s already met her match, which is putting the family’s fifth place position into serious jeopardy.”“Fuck, this is impossible, nobody can swallow something this big,” Brianna cursed as she began forcing the wider, eight. They came to terms quickly. The two men of science were negotiating while sporting erections, after all, which rarely leads to complex conversation. After tonight, Victor would film Cromwell’s ‘experiments’ on his wife and monitor her vital signs and responses. In exchange, he would be free to perform his own off-the-books research if and when he so desired–and would even own 10% of the patent rights on the final product when it reached the market. The arrogant Vice President watched his wife.