When will that be? I mean, how long have I got to make my mind up?”“No particular time limit. I’ll let you know when you no longer have a choice...,” he replied, thinking, ‘Until you are pregnant. After that you are mine for ever, whatever you may want.’“Master?”“Yes,” he sighed.“What about my rights? Do women have any rights here?”“Women are treated exactly the same as men in Kobekistani law. They have exactly the same status and privileges as their men folk,” he said, and as he expected this was. “ I’ll just go and get Doctor Shatzenberg .” and before I can even open my mouth, she’s disappeared.About 5 minutes later a pleasant if somewhat plain looking man enters the room, his face a good example for budding poker players, his expression telling me nothing.“ Good morning Mr Doe, and may I say, congratulations on still being in the land of the living, we thought you had left us on quite a few occasions, over these past few days.” speaks Dr Shatzenberg, giving me a couple more questions. I couldn’t help but think all they had on their mind with regard to anything dropping was my knickers as they hit the floor. I have to confess I was fairly quick to drop my knickers when it came to such matters because I preferred to be thought of as a social creature and one that got along well with all others.In all honesty, I would be remiss to omit the fact that I had a shortage of female friends. That should be stated to be qualified to be females found in the same age category. I did have. "Oh, good girl," he said as he pulled out of her. Slapping her ass one more time, he kissed the back of her neck. "Good girl, Baby." Turning her around, he put his hand between her legs and felt the silky wetness of her cunt, and began to rub her clit. "You're gonna come again," he told her as he pushed his fingers inside her slippery channel. "Okay, yeah," she nodded willingly. Her sweaty body and erect nipples were proof of the sexual tension that ran through her cunt, and she was ready for.