The Ambassador was admittedly at a loss as to why Oceanus slaves were so valued in his nation. Unless it had to do with their obedience. In this he co...ld find no fault. Oceanus slaves were unfailingly obedient, loyal, and happy. It was as if it were bred into them rather than trained.Urisi slavemasters had decided that it had something to do with the Draught. They had their own version of the formula, but it was much simpler in nature, and did little beyond wiping past memories. The. Her hair was teasedout in an expanse of loose chestnut waves, relieved by the sparkle of adiamante (he presumed) cluster at each ear that matched the deep chokerthat glittered around her neck. The effect overall was stunning, over-the-top, like a dominatrix on a night out, Carlo thought. But God! SO sexy!All this Carlo observed with a detached part of his mind. Detached fromthe screamingly embarrassed remainder, that had his eyes welling withtears, his skin awash with goosebumps, and his heart. On Thursday afternoon, I decided we had a case to present to the partners, and told Wanda to change my travel plans. That night, I called Marcie to say that I was coming to see her and the Somerville gang. She said she would meet me there."My roommate has a car, and she's dying to meet you," she said.I dialed one of the numbers Jeannie had given me, and Celia answered."I hope you still like spaghetti. We're on a tight budget here," she said."I hope you have enough for Marcie and her roommate,". Danica knew what the woman was doing, as she had discovered that magical spot while masturbating at an early age. The deep throbbing she expected built inside her as the woman stroked with her two fingers while spinning the other in her ass.Camilla's lips then closed over Danica's clit, sucking hard, with her tongue dancing over it at a speed that seemed almost impossible. Danica writhed and squealed, grinding her hips upward into the woman's face. She humped against the fingers inside her,.