”“Come here, slave bitch, and sit on my desk.”Georgiana sauntered over, enjoying how Jake’s eyes followed her every move. She was even getting...moist in anticipation.“Master,” she said, “please remember that our uncle left me forty percent of the company. I’m Gorean and, if you ever hit, slap or in any other way do more than think BDSM with me, remember I do know your enemies and secrets… Maybe I’ll let a few secrets slip or see what happens if I offer to sell some of my shares. So, get your. “What? Do you think you can hold onto the bedpost to keep me from making you lie down? Did you forget that I’m a little stronger than you?”“Please, Silas!”“Please what?”“Don’t make me do this.”“I haven’t even told you what you’re going to do yet.”“But I can guess.”“Then guess. Tell me, little brother, what do you think I’m planning to do with you?”Ian’s lips pursed and he stared at the floor.“Nothing? That’s what I thought. Lie down before I have to make you.”Ian closed his eyes and gripped the. And now she felt it.She looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges her breasts made and she put her hands over the twin peaks and squeezed them impulsively. She could feel the nipples begin to harden and stand erect as she rubbed them pensively, cupping the full orbs in her hands and lazily pinching the hard, pink buds. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins. She couldn't stand the thought of masturbating. Atlanta took her death ray from the girl's hand and holstered it as she shot her own at all red devil's eyes. She heard the screams of the ones she had hit. Jackson and Ura kept slashing away at the ones who had the nerve to close in on them. The fog kept the creatures well hidden. Though the Dakins feared the heat ray, their hunger drove them forward until they realized that many of their own were dead in the clash.One Dakin that Jackson disembowel was dragged off. Some followed to the one.