When Mistress was thirsty, slave fetched a drink. When Mistress was horny, slave sank to her knees and serviced her. When Mistress wanted to lie by th...e pool, slave applied the lotion. At least Faith got to lie by the pool also and was even able to take a nap while she bronzed her body.Throughout the week, Faith occasionally caught glimpses of Cinny and Linny. They were still having the times of their lives, which Faith found truly remarkable. It seemed that they just viewed this as a fun. She was used to getting what she wanted and wouldn't quietly take no for an answer."Not just yet. I have a few more things to discuss with you, little brother."I cringed at those words. The patronizing tone alone was enough to set my teeth on edge. I can tolerate Izzy calling me that, but no one else."Such as?" Why do you refuse to introduce your brother and me to your political friends? It could be most beneficial for everyone involved." Two reasons really. First, as I told you at dinner, I. "Permission granted," he answered, waiting while she kicked off her heels and raised her shapely leg over the boat's side. He couldn't help but watch those legs as her skirt rode up her thighs and he glimpsed the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings. She caught his glance and though her cheeks reddened, she didn't lower her gaze. "I'm glad you came," he said softly and she decided that she liked his voice as much as his writing."So am I," she smiled, still holding the hand that had helped her. I once herded prisoners with my helicopter believe it or not. They were generally well behaved but a few tried to monkey around so I reminded them to get back in line with a burst over their heads.At first I was upset with the devastation they had wrought on Kuwait until I saw that whole part of the world was a fucked up mess. If it wasn't for crude oil, I'm certain the free world would probably ignore them. They were all just a bunch of fucked up fanatics in my book. The way they treat women.