“Why would he not? It was said the Lord would call many to live with him, for as much or as little time as he pleased, and none would deny him that,... so why run the risk of running out of beds?”“I don’t remember anyone, though,” Hadrian said as she began walking again and he strode quickly to keep up. “Who would I invite to live with me?”“That’s entirely your decision…” there was a sudden shift in the tone of her voice as she continued. One of her tails swiped to the side, slowly, and grazed his. She seemed overwhelmed, so Grace and Alex got her to sit down as they began describing her new life to her."Sorry I'm late, guys," Wilma said as she hurried over to them, having just exited the club herself. "I told my friends something happened without explaining what it was. I told them I had to get home. They looked worried so they'll probably call me after the concert, but I should be OK until then."Alex introduced everyone again, including Gail who'd come out when Wilma had, which gave. I had my right hand on her shoulder. She leaned on my shoulder, and her other hand is on my chest. Suddenly we were running out of topics to talk about.Some movie was running on the laptop. I took the first bold step and sniffed her hair deeply. The aroma made me aroused. She lifted her head and looked at me. We both were seeing eye to eye, and there was so much lust in both of us. I took courage and planted a kiss on her forehead.Believe me, guys, it was such a romantic moment. She didn’t tell. "As if summoned by an inaudiable signal, the other slave steps forward, Dayna. She's blonde with skin pale as milk. She wears a similar shift to mine and I can see the graceful curves of her body barely concealed by the cascade of soft fabric.She stalks towards me with feline grace. With a smile and an admiring glance, she unfastens the dress from the collar, folds it twice and places it on a nearby chair. The two of us stand before Captain Watts, and even though Dayna's slave dress conceals.