She looked over the group. Wrinkling her nose, she picked several of the men. "Not much to choose from today." Addressing the soldier in charge of the...group, she gave him her orders "Bring him. And him... and him, " she said pointing to three prisoners. "Have the rest dig graves. Then make sure that you use plenty of lime this time, Domingo. I don't want any mistakes."A soldier hustled the three men the Commandante had selected to one of the trucks. One of the prisoners, his eyes wide with. Pari thought that she had done a good job, but her work only showed that her sucking had been just as much as Odette had been producing. The taut flesh globes remained the same size. It was no use, if she wanted to have Odette down to her manageable size, she would have to go at it one-hundred percent. Who could complain about that. "Pari?" Mmhm?" Pari looked down, brushing some hair from Odette's face with her right hand. Her left was occupied clinging to the girl's meager body. ”Oh, yes!“ she breezily replied, like it was the most natural thing in the world.”But… haven't you got a washing machine?“Not any more. It's all done by hand, at the kitchen sink, in cold water, with just atouch of soap-powder. It's the best way to handle expensive lingerie.”“He… er… helps a lot around the house now, then, does he?” I said, eyebrows raised.This had long been a standing point of contention between them, I knew. But I couldguess what sort of answer was coming. And sure enough…Sue. The goal was tomake them happy. Job satisfaction." Courtesy grimaced. A look of painpassed over her as her trainers punished her for having a sour face."Brennan loves his numbers." Production increased. Profitability soared. It went down the rat holequickly." Courtesy sighed. "I didn't know, going in, the choices I wouldmake." And now we are here."Courtesy nodded. "For what it's worth - oops?" That's not an apology." Not intended as one. You want me to apologize for mind control?Involuntary.