She was holding the hand of a pimple-faced boy wearing the ugliest glasses available anywhere. I mean horribly bad. They were even worse than the mili...ary’s birth control glasses that people in the military say are so ugly that no woman, or man, would let you get into their bed if you wore them. Emily hurried out the door after them.Our waitress popped in to ask if we needed anything while waiting on our food.“Can you ask the chef to take what we ordered and make it a four-person family-style. ."Adjust... ? I kinda expected to see the bunny from the comscreen come slinking out in a designer pressure suit. What was all this body chemistry adjustment crap?These thoughts were driven from my head as a vision of loveliness did slink out the hatch, only she wore nothing but - well, nothing!No more than five feet tall even in zero gee, she was stunningly blonde with small, perfectly mounded breasts topped by tiny, delicious pink nipples centered on tightly crinkled aureolae. Her face was. On the dish was a bowl of oatmeal, the same tasteless stuff she’d eaten for lunch. There said Vonda, ‘Mary will see to your appetite.’ For the next few minutes, while everyone else ate and talked Mary stood beside Angela spoon feeding her the oatmeal. Angela was humiliated. She was not only not allowed to feed herself she was compelled to sit in a child’s chair with her hands in her lap while her maid fed her. Once she attempted to join the conversation, but Vonda shook a finger and warned she. Still, while serving tea, she smiled at me, and I noticed her checking me. In response, I stared at her cleavage, which made her smile turn to be a bit wicked. After tea, I went for a shower, and when I was back, the lunch was ready.Vishal and I chatted about random things while having lunch. But after lunch, I saw Revathi washing utensils in the kitchen. Her ass was slightly shaking as she rubbed the utensils and her boobs shook a bit more. I went into the kitchen, stood back, and put my hand.