?So Doc, what size do you think she is, not that she'll ever weara bra again.? ?Hmmm? he said under his breath. ?Well lets get out the tape and measur....No since in guessing? Doc grabbed the tape measure and started doing the calculations. ?WellI could be incorrect, because I'm no clothing designer, but I'd say they area nice 42 HHH? ?Well if that is the size of cantaloupes, then I have to agree with you doctor? welldone I thought. ?how long can we keep her under while she heals. I want herbody. Jon didn't need to ask what was in store for him. Sarah made it very clear.***Tom looked down at the woman lying in his bed. She was asleep. Long, dark-brown hair fell over the cream satin pillowslip. He gently removed his travelling clothes and allowed them to fall into a pile at his feet. He slowly crept into the bed and under the sheets. His partner didn't rouse. With the greatest of delicacy he began to run his fingers up her back, teasing the fine hairs on her pale skin. Up and down he. A DUTY OVERSEER WILL ALWAYS BE ON HAND TO GIVE YOU GUIDANCE AND ANY RELEVANT INFORMATION YOU REQUIRE. MISS BIANCA REQUESTS THAT, IF YOU HAVE ANY COMPLAINTS WHATSOEVER REGARDING A SLAVE’S BEHAVIOUR OR SERVICE, THATYOU REPORT THIS TO THE NEAREST OVERSEER OR TO THE CHIEF OVERSEER BY HOUSE PHONE.HAVE A NICE DAY!STOP PRESS: WE ARE STARTING UP A SAILING AND BOATING SERVICE. TELEPHONE ROOM SERVICE FOR FURTHER INFORMATION.A nice bit of public relations, I thought. At that moment, the Overseer in charge. Summertime was especially busy and his work week was long. She went to him, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her lips to his as she lingered, then gently probed. Her tongue explored his mouth, wanting more of him. Wanting to please and serve him well.She led him to the living room and had him sit on the couch. Dinner was still cooking so she had some time to pamper him. She removed his shoes and began massaging his feet. Slowly and firmly she kneaded his arches, heels, ankles. He leaned.