“I’ll just lift my bum up, and you can put the towel on the chair”. I remained silent. With the towel in place she continued “I’m gambling h...ere, but in a while I hope you’ll recover sufficiently to, how can I put it, give me a good fucking.” with the emphasis, and a fire in her eyes, on the last two words. I took a mental photograph of my lovely wife with globules of my cum all over her chin and breasts, and nodded, still committed to my silence. “Good. I know how much you used to like shaving. I appreciated the display until I saw the pain in her face. The pimp released her. "Get dressed!" He ordered. Diane just rolled back on her stomach. Was he was angry enough to risk a scene? I then realized what a problem we'd created for the real Diane! Even if told what had occurred the pimp would never believe it. The pimp dropped to his knees, dug the bathing suit top out of the sand and threw it at Diane. "Now put it on!" "Oh, no!" Diane exclaimed and there was distress in her voice.. I have work to do."Selina did as instructed, and Diana applied a gel that enhanced the ultrasound's effectiveness before beginning to move the instrument slowly across the red areas shown on the screen.Selina turned a little to look up at Diana to ask, "At what point did you cease studying to help me with the ultrasound?" Stay flat," the woman admonished, then after a second to think, "Uh, I just started the section about rank insignia." Page forty-two?" Selina questioned.Diana glanced at the. It seemed that as a slave holding society they had developed a carrot and stick methodology for maintaining control. How much carrot and how much stick was involved I was shortly to find out.One of the armswomen announced that dinner was ready. We lined up and were each handed a wooden bowl into which a generous helping of stew was ladled. Its appearance was a bit off-putting, chunks of mystery matter floating in a gray broth. A thick slice of coarse bread went with each bowl. I went to sit.