I bought you a present, so come into the bedroom and I'll help youwith it." He followed her into the bedroom and she told him to strip downto his sto...kings and panties. He did and she glued silicone breastforms on his chest. She told him they were C-cup and he shouldthank her for not getting D or DD cup forms. He thanked her andwondered why she'd glued them on for one day's use. He saw twoother bags on the bed but didn't think anything of it. He re-dressed, and went to take the second load. Mistress did not give him permission to scream. He must be punished again. No more healing." Dianne stood behind him, with his cheeks spread wide, and pressed a finger into his anus, making him wince, but he did not cry out again. Then she pushed in another, un-lubricated, and spread him painfully. "Beg me to punish you, slave!" Oh Mistress, I deserve to be punished! Punish me!" Brian was getting very hard from the pain and the anal pleasuring. Dianne withdrew her fingers and took her. He was digging for quarters in his jeans when both baskets toppled from his other arm sending clothes all over the floor. Cursing, he bent and scooped his dirty clothes back into their baskets with violent little jerks. A sock had slid just beyond his reach under the seats along the wall, next to rounded, curvy legs with golden skin and an occasional sun freckle here and there. His eyes ascended the legs, taking in the firm muscles beneath the skin, the cute little round-toed flat shoes. The. How long could that go on? We needed more people, and we needed people with more skills. If we wanted to live ashore and find a way to produce significant amounts of electric power, we'd need some pretty sophisticated engineering help. It would also be nice to have carpenters, plumbers, electricians, pilots, farmers. To date, outside of our fishermen/sailors, we had people with mostly obsolete (or at least, temporarily irrelevant) skill sets. And we had no doctor. We didn't even have an.