She never mentioned underwear at all. Being denied panties was probably normal to a woman who had been forced into prostitution and been chained and b...aten into obedience.When we got back to the corridor outside my crew's two pods Ellen asked me to hold her suit, and when I took it she started undoing her top. She handed that to me as we walked through the hatch to our pod and was working on her skirt as we walked past the guys hanging out in the commons. By the time I opened our cabin door all. ‘Umm, hoping to see the farmer, ask permission to picnic on the clifftop’. I said. ‘He’s dead’..he said flatly. ‘Good Lord, I had no idea’!, I exclaimed, ‘What did he die of’?. ‘Search me’, the young man said,’coroner said something about over-exertion, found him in bed with a photo of a Girl taped to his kness, his dick was still in his hand.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry’, I said as gently as possible, ‘any idea who the girl was’? ‘Dunno’, never seen her around these parts, probably a model or something,. But then he took out a gun and shot Boris right here.”She pointed between her breasts, denting the cloth of the dress she was wearing.“He turned to his associates and said them ... in Russian ... not to soil the merchandise. He said we were to be delivered to their Arab friends in pristine condition. Then he told them to remember that, or they would suffer what Boris had suffered.”The judge had to bang his gavel and call for quiet.“And you saw this yourself?” asked Lacey.“With my own eyes,” she. ”“Great party, isn’t it?”The questioning look I threw her suddenly made us both chuckle. “Do you have a room for the night?”she asked. Before I answered, the bartender set our drinks down. He looked from me to Meg, then smiled mischievously. Sexuality exuded from Meg and there was no mistaking her want. Slowly, his glance moved to her full breasts, pushed up in the strapless gown. His boldness didn’t seem to bother her as she sipped her Cognac. He made a small sound of approval and returned to.