He looked like a Greek god and my tummy got all fluttery."This is Toby honey and Toby is going to give you a lap dance. I know he is yummy and I can t...ell from the look in your eyes that you want to do something naughty, but the rules are that you can look, but you can't touch."Toby proceeded to give me a lap dance and when he was finished I was weak in the knees when he got up and if he had wanted to take me right there on the table in front of God and everybody I would have let him. After Toby. ..?!", he speaks in protest, even though it might have been smarter for him to just stay silent."I killed only criminals or people who wished to die. Perhaps you'd like to join them?" He tightens his arm around the male’s neck. He struggles to comprehend this, as the lack of oxygen affects him, but also the sensation of something weird pressing against his ass."Really...? They wanted...to die...?" Some. Others were murders who deserved to die. However, if you are determined to stand in my way I. .. was finally returned to the islands. Immediately after the attack, he had been called to Washington ... lots of officers had been called to Washington ... the REMF's were looking for someone to blame and shit rolls downhill ... unless it floats to the top. In this case, it was the upper crust that got flushed.That's what happens when the Admirals and Generals in charge don't believe anyone or anything but their own sacred opinions ... and their toadies. One can lead a horse to water but you. The Overseer makes sure we row all the time... I daren’t look him in the eye. Nobody does. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see his bare feet going up and down the passageway. His legs and his whip... and his disgusting Penis. We are his sluts. He decides who rows and how long she rows. He decides who rests, who eats, who drinks and who dies. Yes, the Overseer decides which of us is useful and will stay alive and who won’t. He also decides which of us he will use to empty his great ox’s.