Marylin’s friend and I switched the conversation to far more mundane and arcane matters and we began to wonder what had happened to Marylin.In due c...urse Marylin reappeared from the bathroom and it became obvious why she had been gone so long. Wearing a very confident smile, high heels and nothing else other than a g-string Marylin slowly walked back into the room, smiling and switching eye contact between her friend and me. Emboldened by the wine and without saying a word Marylin approached. “Logically, it makes sense. Humans do not trust me. They fear me. They would not want me to leave here.”“It is wrong for them to do it, though,” Ericson said. “You have the means to be able to walk around. You should be able to explore the ship and your surroundings.”“Right? ... Wrong?” she questioned. “That is something I often hear too much in human literature. The basis of judging one another based on purely on absolute.”“It is wrong for humanity not to allow you to leave,” Ericson protested. I had Lex come over to me and had her stand facing him. I undid her robe and pulled it off her shoulders exposing her in a red corset with black satin trim and black panties. The straps on the corset held up the fishnet stockings. Her newly tanned skin looked exotic and dark as she ran her fingertips across her cleavage showing off her blue nail polish. She was sex in the most desirable form. I asked him what he thought when he first saw her like that. His throat was dry and he muttered. I don’t want you unnecessarily exposed.I’m looking forward to see you at the reception area.Love, J.The ADA smiled once again. Her Mistress really knew her too well; she knew how to break her resistance. She also trusted Jacqueline implicitly; in the four years they were living together the resourceful artist had yet to disappoint her.She quickly obeyed the rest of the instructions and left the cubicle just when one of the flight attendants had been about to knock on the door and ask if she was.