.. "Well," she thought "there are so many guests here every night, maybe he was here before." Just as she reached the coffee machine his friend got up...and walked towards the exit when he turned around and said "Hey Jon," and continued in Dutch. HE replied something in Dutch as well, but even if it had been in English she wouldn't have understood,... "JON?!" That was her former Master's name. They were speaking Dutch, and her former Master was from the Netherlands. "No," she thought, "that would. Denise and I both are still stunned that a man would treat us so nicely."Sitting quietly for a moment, Connie continued, "My ex-husband's idea of making love was to bend me over the table, grab my hair and slam into me a few times. The idiot I lived with was a thirty-second wonder. My only thought when he did it to me was trying to keep him awake so he wouldn't crush me to death after he came. Yeah, we're women, and your son is inexperienced, but who knows, maybe we'll all learn to make love.. And it all served to keep me aware of what was happening. Even used to his full size inside me it never ceased to be interesting, because Owen was always trying to make me feel different, even if it hurt.But as it was kinda rushed, he never took long while experiencing something new on me, but always making it clear that those were just a hint of what was to come... Yet fondling, caring and cuddling in a way I couldn't understand it differently: he was fond of me as much as I was fond of him,. “Has he not read the reports from our second visit?”I held up a hand to warn my officers to remain silent. Several other officers had started muttering at the same time which prevented Admiral Redmill from barking at one person. He scowled over the group as he cleared his throat for a second time.“Could everyone refrain from the muttering and side conversations?” he called out loudly. “I’d like to get to the planning stage quickly.”The chorus of mutters faded out. Admiral Redmill was glaring at.