My bra and panties? Nothing but plain white cotton; even something as innocent as undies with the days of the week embroidered on them were considered... too risqué'.My parents wouldn't allow me to wear makeup of any kind, saying I was still too young. It didn't matter that the few friends I had wore it, or that every girl in school did ... even those several years younger. They'd just look at me and give the old, "If your friends jumped off a cliff" speech.A "good girl." That's what I was, though. I mean Lt. Schwartz was then lecturing on eel skin and nanodiamond particles. I remembered an article in the library of the fifth. Circuit had Mothermachine help to come up with a manufacturing process. The result...”“I love to hear more about it, but I think there is our welcoming committee.”There, at about fifty meters was Mooornt, the same Bassett family member who received us last time. This time however he was meeting us right at the mooring point, instead of receiving us in his office.”He. At this point, I knew shortly that Seth would be having sex with my wife, again.I waited about fifteen minutes and then quietly opened the door and crept down the hall to the family room. I heard moaning and knew they were already fucking. I peeked around the corner very slowly and saw Anna's back.She was facing Seth. She was riding up and down on his cock. I could see his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy. He had his face buried between her ample tits as they bounded up and down on his. They were not personal slaves like myself but simply Palace slaves. Their sole function was to ensure a cool current of air flowing above the bed by the to-and-fro wafting of the long fans their carried. Each was as naked at myself but, in keeping with the decorative magnificence of that Royal chamber, each had her body completely coated with a glistening gold substance. Always, night and day, at the head of my Mistress's bed, two such slave girls stood on duty.There were two other slaves in.