The thoughts of being with Him overcome me. I am unable to resist the desires, no matter what the cost. I block out of my mind what He will do, and le... my mind slip back to our time together.Sliding my fingers slowly, gently, lower on my skin. A chill passes over me... a chill filled with heated passion for Him. The back of my hand brushes over my freshly shaven area as it moves to reposition on my inner thigh. Sliding softly up my thigh, I can feel the heat radiating from between my dampening. I want to weld the top hinges to the frame. I can see the screws working themselves loose over time. Also, the braces that hold the shutters open when we service the units bent in a couple of instances. We need stronger material there too." Okay, but what about the guts of the machine?" I asked, anxious about how it had survived the continuous rough handling.He grinned. "No problem. Everything is in good condition. The attention we paid to making it durable has paid off. I think we have a solid. I'm forty-one years old but because I'm not human, I have the appearance of jail-bait. In fact I really enjoy the fact that I still look like jail-bait. Mama is right. I'm a bit of a slut. I pull back the fleshy folds of skin that make it difficult to shave my pussy and listen for the sticky sounds of my Uncle stroking. He is beating it faster, he won’t last long. I drag the blade down the soft skin between my legs and it shines pink in the early morning light. I rinse and repeat this on the. "Damn him."Freya, of course, knew of Roquan's main transgression, that of training a Draughtless slave. But she had not known of his other, even more heinous crime until she had pieced it together herself recently.Roquan had used Amanda as a spy on the other Overlords at the Conclave. That was how he had managed to counter every deal that Gronnus had tried to make. Freya had not bothered to examine the deal-making at the time. She had simply assumed that the oaf Gronnus had bungled the deals.