The Elevator opened to a beautiful display of Samurai Armor and Swords, and that is forever how I would think of My Master… a Samurai Lord. At a wh...isper, his driver ran ahead, and turned down the bed in one of the three bedrooms. At another, he went into the master bath, and ran a warm, not hot bath, for me. My Lord lay me down on the dressing couch, and without a word, or any resistance from me, disrobed me completely, then carried me into the bath, depositing me in it so gently, that I. No one knew anything, ever since you were sent to the Captain.”Ken pointed at Roy’s rack and foot-locker. “It was so weird, especially since they didn’t move your things.”Before Roy could even answer the first question, Mike the Tyrannous tried to keep his strong voice as quiet as possible. “You would not believe the scuttlebutt. An Attikan from Charlie swears he saw you with the Eternal Warrior himself. Complete nonsense of course and they have ridiculed him ever since.”Roy finally managed to. They stood out like sore thumbs, andif he could spot them in a second, then the bad guys who ran this placecertainly could as well. It would be suicide for him to make contact withthese agents and so he just watched from his position behind the barrather than do anything else. Two of the hostesses from the club that hehad not seen before latched onto the agents soon after they arrived andpersuaded the men to buy expensive drinks.***Agent Cameron Bankes knew the blond haired woman called Candy. My skin feels velvety. I cup and squeeze my small breasts and roll my nipples gently between my fingers, plucking at them when they harden. I trail my fingers over my flat stomach and run my fingernails lightly over my ribs. My nipples grow tighter and I shiver as goose bumps rise on my abdomen. My hands drift lower and I skim my fingertips over my pussy, enjoying the silky smoothness of my freshly shorn lips. I stroke the soft mound before dipping my fingers between the folds and slide them.