She didn't think so, anyway."I'm sorry, dear," came a warm voice from behind Amelia. Miranda. My favorite doll. She takes care of me. "You were thrash...ng in your sleep. With your strength, you could have trashed the room."Amelia's golden-skinned attendant gave her princess a kiss on the forehead. It felt cold against her skin."Ugh, I think I have a fever," she groaned.Miranda nodded, her eyes sad. "Oh, that's awful, love. Well, just try to relax, and get your rest, okay? I'll stay here with you. As he washed the mirrors he kept seeing her naked body in them and how erotic she looked, especially the funny angled one that made her boobs look humongous, like the size of a soccer ball. Curiosity got the better of George as he stood in front of the same mirror, wondering what his cock would look like. Knowing that he was the only one in the attraction he slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled it out, stroking it to hardness until it looked as if he had a hard summer sausage in his hands,. With a small contribution from the other tenant farmers I got him to hire to former SAS soldiers who were retired and were now partners in a six man security service. This was made up of another four soldiers who were, like them, ex members of the SAS. They agreed terms to patrol the farms on our estate from dusk till dawn.Shortly after their patrols started we had a party of shooters who came for deer shooting and it was almost dusk when we led them off the hill. Our tally for the day had been. The first thing he asked me to do as his slave and I disobey him." She wailed."How is that?". Carla asked confused. "He agreed that you could wear jeans." Yes but I shouldn't have questioned him in the first place." Lisa sobbed."I see. So being a slave means that you obey without question. But what if he would ask you to do something that is wrong?". Carla said.Lisa thought about it for a while and the answered. "I trust him to do what is right. If he betrayed that trust I wouldn't want to be.