. well, life, ya know.”“Creeps up on ya, and suddenly you’re asking ... you want fries with that,” Jim said.“I shoulda paid attention to the... future,” she said.From the passenger seat, I said, “Should’a ... Would’a ... Could’a ... regrets, wishes and missed chances ... We pay no attention to the past and persist in making the same mistakes our parents did ... it’s all a part of life.”“It is that ... she’s my age ... I, at least, have a job.”“She does.”“Does?”“Have a job. She’s my daughters. Theinfamous Tarl Cabot of course is sure of the answer, that any woman whois stripped and collared grows to love her slavery. On Earth when I readthe books I simply dismissed the possibility as unbridled male fantasy,but living here on Gor has given me an interesting insight into howcomplex the answer possibly is.Consider the nature of the environment in which Free Women live. Frompuberty they are forced by complex codes to conceal their features andbody in multiple layers of opaque clothing. "You need to focus, young man," he joked, "Suck on that pussy like a good boy. I'm going to pull up a chair and jerk off while I watch." True to his word, I heard the chair legs scrape on the floor, as Eric dragged it to the bedside. Paula now had both of her hands on the back of my head, encouraging me, although it was quite unnecessary. "He looks good like that, honey. Or don't you think? I could watch him suck and lick you all night." "Mmm, yes baby. He's good. He is getting his fingers in. Insideand out.? I squirmed as she slowly inserted the nozzle inside of me. Shereached up, I heard a click, and then the fluid started running into me, distendingmy stomach. ?Now, while we're waiting for that to do its work, I believe I need to remindyou of your place.? Before I had a chance to ask what she meant, shebrought a paddle down upon my ass. I gasped at the burning pain. ?JesusChrist, Darcy, but you're ass is pale. Gotta' put some color in thosecheeks.? She quickly did that. .