“I asked if you have plans today.”Fucking Master, if he lets me.“Oh, I, uh, I’ll probably be hanging with Brenda … and maybe Cynthia too,”...she replied.Oh wow. What's it gonna be like hanging with Cynthia now, knowing Brenda and I are both owned? I wonder if Master owns Cynthia as well, or if he's working on her. The way she reacted to the video though. I doubt she'd ever watch it again. We’ll just have to be careful what we say around her. Yeah, except Brenda is always saying things to tempt. And I’d spotted a silhouette of a guy in a cowboy hat. Three different times. Three different locations in the city, although he was two or three car lengths behind me each time.This evening I was driving home from the stockyards, it was around 9:30. Well, 9:37. I’m not certain I like the anal precision of the digital world we live in.Naturally I jumped to the conclusion, zero evidence, that it was Melvin ‘Dixie’ Wexler. His rodeo background for one thing. A tingle for another. Even if it were. "You there, ye half-baked pile of clam-droppings! What are you doing aboard my ship?!"She angrily asked, insulted by his mere presence."Well, um, y'see Cap'n, I uh, wish to serve you..."He sheepishly replied."Oh? And why would I want some rapey snivelling thug like you serving me?!"He didn't have an answer."Tell me? What would you do if another beautiful young lady was to board the ship while I'm taking a nap? Hm? Would you approach her? Try your luck copping a feel with her? Uh?"She continued. Sharleen stopped at the entrance of her suite and whispered to Heather, "Heather you take off your clothes. I will be back soon expecting to see your lovely body ready to be eaten by me." Heather kissed Sharleen and walked towards her bedroom. Sharleen came back with a bag she placed o the table. Heather was propped up without a stitch on the bed. Sharleen quickly took her clothes off. She hurriedly unclasped her bra and as she moved towards the bed trying to pull her panties on move nearly.