" As they were speaking Cameron was sitting up on a comfortable chair, looking very regal and Slave was kneeling on the floor at her feet not looking ...p but looking constantly at her feet. As the conversation continued Slave became even more mono toned and her replies simply became only "Yes Miss Cameron." This was very strange it seemed that Slave was not herself any more.Just then Cameron's former maid walked in to collect a few of her belongings that she had left behind. Cameron no longer. Cedric obliged and two such exits were located. Morg and his team of seven were disembarked further away — an assault shuttle is a trifle larger than a flivver, after all, and a secondary thoroughfare was chosen.The sight of an armed section of armoured marines alighting on a Queen's way from a passing assault shuttle did worry a number of concerned citizens who reported their observations to the authorities. These reports flooded the 'boards of the local constabulary, newsfaxes and the vid. As we went through the door I told her to stand still. Slowly I ran my hand up the back of her dress. I took my time exploring the smoothness of the stockings, the contrast with the tops and then finally on up to her luscious bottom. I then turned her round and repeated the process rising from her knees to her stocking tops and on up towards her bush. I was careful to avoid touching her anywhere on the hair or the lips. Next I unbuttoned her dress and slid her slip to the floor.Gently I pushed. He had to say it. To his chagrin he’d relaxed his hold. She plowed a good one right in his stomach, ‘Me! Marry you? What, I’m supposed to remember how I got raped and how you threatened me with dismemberment the rest of my life?’ Shawn gulped. He had to clear the dismemberment thing up, ‘About the body modification thing. I only said that to scare you. I would never have allowed anything like that. I would never have let anyone touch you in the ways I said. By the time I told you that story I’d.