Up and down.He grabbed tightly onto her neck and held her head in place as he cameinside of her mouth and into her throat.Fuck, that was good, he thou...ht. Not even for a first timer. That wasnatural talent."Damn fine work Maria," he said as he stroked her cheek.She sat up with a smile and wiped off her lips."Anytime, master," she said.Always strange to hear. He didn't like the master/slave dynamic a lot ofthe clients enjoyed, but he didn't have the luxury to judge. He worked inthe customer. "So you're Jason," he said, looking the boy up and down. He held a manilla folder in his hand. "Jason Bobreau" was printed on the tab. Jason knew his last name, though it had played little role in his life. He had been the only "Jason" among his peers, so no last name was needed."I'm Dr. Stanley Morgan, the chief medical officer on this ship."Jason wasn't sure what to say, so he nodded."This ship currently has about 1,800 people aboard, and we have just found out that you are the most important. Sophia felt closure on her naïve love affair with her first love and showered her mentor and soul-mate Captain Morgan. The birth of her son, Edward, made her closer than ever to her new partner. They were well suited to each other and she made sure he never needed to look for other greener pastures in the taking of pleasure.When Edward was old enough, they all traveled back to England where Captain Morgan purchased both her old family estate and the estate of Jeffrey Carstairs. Poor Jeffrey was. Deprogrammed from its brainwashing. It has come to believe in its own propaganda, after all. Thousands of years ago, no one was stupid enough to think that a fourteen-year old youth or damsel was just a child. We did this to ourselves as a species, as a civilization, and we can undo this, too.“In some respects, the ancients were far wiser than modern man. At least, in this sort of thing. Chattel slavery, not so much. And we here will be the architects of this new edifice, this stronger, better.