We viewed twenty different classes of female pubic hairdos, each with a slightly different shape.Cortés, the Mayan conqueror, would have NEVER return...ed to Spain had he seen what was on the beach and by the pool. In this place, the beautiful daring people came to take a break from their routines.Pat and I walked through the bed of poses and finally got our ankles wet in the receding tide. She looked around and at the sea and at the hotel and at the people on the beach, jumped in the air like a. Both were well built and polite. I could not help but notice the pants they were wearing; in white cotton and a very thin material. I could see very clearly their crotches and their monster manhood hanging well down their legs.Once inside the building I also noticed that most of the workers there were black men and they were all dressed like this…Again the waiters were all black men dressed in those same pants.It was then that I noticed there were no women employees there…Just as we were. “Shawn, I didn’t need you to carry me. I needed you to hold me. Randy is my best friend. It’s his job to do all that other crap, but when he got me into bed he left. He knew that there was nothing else he could do for me because at that point all I really needed was for you to hold me and let me know that everything was alright.”He took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Okay, sorry about the wall,” he said with a smile.“See, that’s why I love you.”“Because I punched a hole in. He didn’t use it very often. It couldn’t be good for her. “Thank you Master.”“Come here and kneel before your Master.” Briana complied. To her horror, Brianna saw her Master bring out a collar, a slave collar! Brianna had seen Negro slaves at her Aunt Jocasta’s plantation wearing collars. She was horrified by it. And now her Master was going to put one on her and there was nothing that she could do about that!“One of the previous passengers on this ship used this collar. I think that it will.