He was taller than me, but just. I stood in front of him not knowing what to do next. He put his arms around me and hugged me. Our bodies crushed agai...nst each other. Mmm. It felt good, being in the arms of a man after so many years. We stood like that for what appeared to be an eternity.He took my chin in his hand, looked into my eyes with a smile and gently placed his lips on mine. That opened the flood gates; we hung onto each other and started kissing passionately. Our tongues were seeking. The AI grabbed Bill's attention. 'Bill Jenkins, report to Med Bay Two.'Slipping out the back of the mess hall, Bill began walking toward the spine of the ship.'May I ask why?' Speaking subvocally was becoming second nature.'The Concubine Tiffany Jenkins has been injured.'Bill picked up the pace, striding, cutting around, and closely brushing people as he passed them.'How long ago?''Approximately three minutes and forty-seven seconds.'"Shit." Bill no longer concentrated on using subvocals. "How. Let's see anice curtsey." Yes, Sir." I replied, complying, the audience responding volubly."Lift your dress and show 'em what you've got!"To whoops and cheers I bent down and lifted the hem of my dress to revealstocking tops, panties and chastity belt. Could this humiliation get anyworse? For the benefit of the audience he groped my body lecherouslywhile they continued to cheer enthusiastically. With his arm round mywaist he started the bidding."What am I bid for this gorgeous slave? The. . you give great fuckin’ head!” Needless to say he had gotten a little distracted and ended up slowing the boat down to the point that we were actually just floating back down the river.With a thoroughly mischievous smile, I raised my eyebrows at him, coupled with a sassy little head bob that silently said ‘I know’. The reason I knew is because I listened and paid attention to what made him moan, gave him more and it always paid off, for both of us. It was, and is, a feeling of control.Control.