I still wasn’t sure I liked her drinking liquor while pregnant. Yet, nano-biology wasn’t my area of expertise.“Lord Webster wouldn’t steer us ...rong when it comes to babies,” Julie responded, mocking me with his new self-imagined title.I saw Zetia drink in everything Julie said on the subject with a polite nod of approval. “There is no winning this one,” I thought. We saluted each other with our tankards, and enjoyed the well-earned drink. All around us the Wolves were joined by the locals, and. From the movements of your crotch I know, I feel how hard it must be to be what you are now, under my control!But hey, you are here to be used and abused, not to enjoy too much! I just love it when I push the second finger into your ass and I rub my pussy on the linen while pushing my tongue deeper into your wet and greedy cunt.Stop now, what about your milky titts? Eh, gotta suck a bit of them to bring you down to earth bite slowly , not too hard into your left nipple while you are allowed to. " Seriously, you've done way more than most people would have." I have a nefarious plan," I quipped. Then I was sorry I'd said it, because she had no place to go and had finally relaxed. I started to tell her I was joking."No you don't," she said. "I only met you five hours ago, but I can tell you're a gentleman." The curse of the Boy Scout," I sighed."What?" Boy Scouts," I said. "I'm an Eagle Scout. And they demand a high level of moral straightness that is what results in being a gentleman.. At the moment you were in possession of three slaves. Amy, your own little pet. Shelly, ready to be sold at next weeks market. And Tim, a new recruit who had been mostly broken in but still questioned you occasionally. You kept them in your secret room, a hard plank as a bed and a blanket as cover, a bowl of water each and a chain around their necks that attached to the wall. You hooked them up during the night and let them do your bidding at day. You weren't the nastiest of the slavers, you.