"Of course," I said, and turned to the kids, who were playing on the floor with a collection of toy cars. They saw me and squealed, heading for me."Bu... sometimes," Anita said thoughtfully, "a girl gets a little ill and has to come home early; say around nine o'clock." Really?" I asked, smiling, wondering if my dick could perform after my earlier session with Debbie."Really," she said and then turned to the kids. "Gimmee kisses," she told them. "Mommy's going bye-bye."She returned at ten after. Just as she’d planned. Slowly she slipped from her hard plasteel seat. She briefly checked over the stats for the other mercs. They were dead asleep, totally incapacitated, doped to the tits. They wouldn’t wake up until the ship neared its destination, Crematoria. Only when the ship’s navigation system detected the right starsign and coordinates would the medic program slowly decrease the ‘dope’ coursing through the intravenous tubes and into each merc’s arm. They’d wake up slowly, groggy and. I wonder once more about her bizarre behaviour: Who plays whom? Roles reversed? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I leave my dear readers here in puzzlement about punishments and discipline in chats.I promise to continue this series of sexy stories, several more to come, on our third day.I looked forward to it: Friday, finally time to make it a long lustful late nice naughty night. Indeed it. Basically the three of them were planning a con job. They wanted to cheat some rich Arab guy off his money. They even had a plan on how they were going to do it.Tony also got changed, in clothes that Lund managed to have acquired for him. He was dressed like some sort of Arab slave trader. There were even rumours that he once even had contact with Islamic terrorists groups and may have even helped funded some of them.Tony also placed two manacles on each Danish woman's head and each manacle was.