I am the AI for this pod. Jeeves’ ship is at some distance from here.”“Do you have a name?”“No name is currently assigned. You may assign a ...ame if you wish. Was your request to talk to Jeeves related to Concubine Claudia Kirkman’s request for clothing?”Claudia noticed the AI renaming her. She knew that Craig owned her now and he owned her by name as well.“Yes it was,” Craig replied. “Can you supply a concubine shift for her?”“Affirmative, it will be in the kitchen replicator momentarily. Do. Christmas on the plantation was a holiday for the slaves and a chance to catch up with members of their family who were working on neighbouring cane fields.It was a rare day, one of only a few when the slaves did not labour in the fields for their Dutch masters. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a veritable feast, plenty of the local hooch, distilled from the cane sugar and a large open pit fire.They made music. Mostly with a West African basis,. She was probably 42 or 43, a definite cougar, nice D cups breasts and a lithe body that comes from working out often. She was wearing one of those tight sweater dress things belted at the waist and some patterned leggings. We went through the normal chit chat, then she decided she needed to examine my injury. So, the injury was I had pulled my groin. Pretty bad. Fucking my wife, the sheets slipped and my leg went backwards...and yeah. Good times. She had me remove my pants and I was standing. There were at least 5 pussies, I had fucked after the first debacle but after this episodes, I considered all the previous pussy fucking as debacles. Maurine, was my landlady. She was almost 50 and a widow for at least 20 years. Her husband died in a freak accident on job and she never got married again. She was a graceful lady of at least 5’ 7’’ height. I had always seen her in a long gown like shirt worn by the women at home and could never tell that her breasts were such beautiful, curvy and.