?Yes, Mistress. They know everything.??Everything?? asked Fiona with a little bit of disbelief in her voice. So does that mean that they’ll know a...out me owning a piece of your precious little body??Angela felt her face blushing at the question. ?Yes, Mistress; probably. Cedric seems to keep my husband very well informed. He even sometimes sends him video of me when I am on the island. I was surprised at how much he knew the last time I got home.??I see,? nodded Fiona. ?And what do your. “So I went and got that dank – like Thurgood Jenkins says, ‘it smells like the bomb’ so let’s get this going. Got blunt?”“Got weed?”We laughed and I sat down to roll it up.This is how it is between us. Fairly removed from the whole stereotypical “pothead” culture, we find it somewhat rebellious and definitely hilarious to sort of immerse ourselves into that culture. Quoting Half Baked and How High? are just part of it; when we smoke, we jam out to Ben Harper, Bob Marley, and Phish. We watch. So we got into the car and went too the flat. We went straight to the bed room, and as usual I was hard seeing her. She was wearing a white color salwar kameez, and was looking pretty. We started kissing deeply and my hand on her back, and her hand on my cock from over my trouser, and she was pressing and moaning. She then unbuttoned my shirt and started licking my tits, which were erect by then, and with the other hand she tried removing my belt buckle, opened my trouser zip and put her hand. "So Barbara dear, tell me more about this mental surgery. You say it canbe used to make George into my permanent slave?" Certainly, Linda. I used it for my slave and the results are all I couldhope for, beyond my expectations really. Have you heard ofpsychohistory?" The word sounds familiar. Is it a medical term?" Well, yes, but you probably came across it if you read Isaac Asimov's'The Foundation Trilogy'." Oh, yes. Now I remember. I read that years ago. Very entertainingnovels, but what has.