Everything in this place was coldly calculated, and Owen knew he was about to go under the microscope.As if on cue, Karelian girl number one stood, ap...proached him, and knelt in front of him as was standard practice when a slave addressed a person. "Please," Owen said as politely as possible, anticipating her request for permission to speak."Thank you Master Owen. Master Yves-Marchant will see you now." Thank you," Owen replied but regretted it instantly. One didn't thank slaves in situations. And got down slowly to my neck moving her tongue on me.. Then my chest.. Nd made a circle around my nipple and went to my abs.. And starts to suck.. Then she removed my pant and underwear.. Nd saw my dick. It was semi erected with precumShe doesn’t like blowjob.. She gave me a good hand job while spitting on my dick… It was all wet now..After 10 minutes of handjob.. It was still hard nothing else.. I moved my hand to my underwear and pants..She asked me “what happen”.I said “u cant even make me. " How are you here?" I asked, not even realizing that my panicked voicewas still Korra's.She smirked. "The same way you are, we got sucked up by Korra's bioleech ability." But, you are Korra!"She walked over to me and flicked me on the forehead. "No I'm not,stupid. You just see me as Korra, just like I see you as Korra, becausewe're both Korra, but we're not Korra." What the hell are you talking about?!" As I asked, a portion of thewall moved outward, grabbing my left wrist. Another section. .” As if that’s bad thing.Cut to gratuitous footage of Bailey sunbathing on the deck of the boat (we couldn’t get the Miss Great Britain people to let us use footage from their show). Lingering shots of beads of sweat on her cleavage and belly. Her face a mask of beauty behind sunglasses, as we wait to hear about the deviance inside... We cut to a shot of her sitting below deck in the small bedroom at the bow of the boat. The walls curve in toward one end of the bed, which is a snug double..