"Hi," the woman said in a sharp Brooklyn accent, "I'm Lauren - wife of Kushnati Koresh. My friend here is the wife of the eldest son of the Kalinin. H...e calls her Victoria." I can see why," Henry said, conscious that she was watching him closely. "I understand that your husband wishes to discuss some financial matters." Henry looked across to where Kushnati Koresh was sitting in his wheelchair. He didn't look as if he was up to discussing anything much."Of course," said Lauren. "I will bring him. I have the power to turn it off and on at will. I'll do so at odd times and moments." Why would women beg you to expose them?" I asked starting to squirm. The device made eating a little difficult. "Because most women are prisoners of society and what they consider normal. If I expose you - out you as a total slut - society divorces itself from you. You'll be an outcast. A pariah. Once that happens, you'll be free. What happened to you last night becomes all day, every day. You'll exist only in. " “O.k. I'll do it for you." She kissed me on the lips like a lover and moved her hands so she was grabbing my shaft through my boxers, which had become semi-hard from our conversation. I kissed her back and slipped my hand up her nightgown so I was feeling the soft skin of her back. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra so I moved my hand from her back and rubbed her left boob. I could feel her nipple get hard under my palm and realized my dick had become fully hardened and so could she. She. Reg gave up and handed the torch back to Frances.Reg switched topics.The wine cellar, Frances; do we know what is held there?”“We now have an updated list, to compare to the original inventory. Jessica and Sidra did that while they were waiting down here. Jessica says there are some discrepancies. It will be very useful for selecting what to drink.”Reg was not so blasé. “We should check the list against values. If the drug lord was setting up a wine cellar, then he probably wanted the best, and.