I don’t linger and I return to the stairwell. Thankfully the dual door entrance opens when I place my palm on the pad and I quickly return upstairs ...o where Brooke is waiting for me.“Who monitors the slaves locked in the dungeon cells?” I ask.“Madame Stephanie oversees the slave quarters, including the dungeon, Lady,” replies Brooke. “She has slaves helping her by serving meals, and ensuring the slaves wash themselves and clean out their chamber pots regularly.”“What happens if someone needs. "Thor whined but sat obediently. His tail slapped at the thick-piled rug. His long wet tongue drooped from his open mouth. Muscles, tense and powerful, rippled under his sleek fawn coat.Nancy, caught up in the excitement of new and erotic sex, turned on the stereo. "I'll strip again."She rolled her slim hips lewdly. Everything was so new. It was nothing at all like she had been experiencing at home since puberty -- (her dark bedroom, sneaking under the covers, muffled cries of pleasure, sleep).. What do you know about monogamy?"I felt Cindi stiffen in my arms. My heart broke as I saw the hurt look on her face.It wasn't as if Cindi minded being called a slut. It wasn't exactly an insult in our race. By the Judeo-Christian standards so prevalent in human society, our females were sluts. What hurt Cindi so much was that it was Amy that said it. Not only was her twin supposed to be loving and supportive in all things, but Cindi knew there was no bigger insult Amy could hurl at. Handing her a menu, he settled back in the booth as if he didn't have a care in the world, reading through the specials flyer that was attached to the menu."How can you do that?" Abby asked, a note of wonder in her voice."Do what?" Gibbs asked, squinting at the type. He'd forgotten his glasses again and it was hard to focus."Look so ... so ... Gibbs!" She let out an annoyed sound, and he smirked at her. Gibbs knew that cool, calm, and collected wasn't what Abby wanted after the passion they'd.