" Well, yes," Beatrice said, "I suppose we do. But Paul's conversations are very different to yours. He's mostly interested in describing how things a...e or might have been. He doesn't speculate on things like alien intelligence, hyperspace or the curve of scientific progress. Paul isn't especially interested in anything that can't be measured or analysed."Captain Kerensky squeezed Beatrice's vaginal lips between her forefinger and thumb. She leaned over and licked the skin around the labia. So, I completely shaved my legs, started only wearing flip-flops when going out very early mornings, true enough, surprisingly more and more hard cocks came at me, totally unexpected.On many occasions, over some years, I would be outside like this and actually was a nervous wreck and dizzy as well, from fear and excite, both.Later, I started oiling my legs with a mild sweet scented oil, got the adrenaline spiked even further, apparently some of the men took notice, when once a man walked past. Obediently, I firmly brushed Mistress Sarah's hair. I felt like a slave worshipping a goddess. Mistress Sarah did her own make-up, but told me I would need to learn this. In between brushing hair, I had to fetch various make-up items for her. Although most of the items were within easy reach, she still required me to fetch them. This served to reinforce my obedience and slave status. I found the experience to be very gratifying. I enjoyed pampering my mistress and was eager to learn about. If I seem too forward, I ask your forgiveness. You are the first man other than my father whom I ever met who listens to my opinions and takes them seriously. There are rarely any young men of consequence visiting us in this remote place. Those who do cannot make the distinction between mute and witless. This is why I find such enjoyment with you.I have other reasons too, for the excellent mood in which I am. Two months ago, I sent a short manuscript to a publisher of my father's acquaintance..