One was the sheriff and he would be entertained by Ann and Angela in the lounge once it was cleared. He had know Ann for a number of years and always ...enjoyed her company. He loved to role play. Tonight he was in his own private club and the girls would dance and strip for him. He was not above laying the wood, as they say, to wanton sluts. He was easy. He ran the local whorehouse but had a rule not to screw around with his employees. The jealousy it created between the girls was more than it. I had to literally make an effort to raise my arm and tap twice on the door. All the while the music had been drawing me in; after the second knock though it stopped dead. The close proximity to the sound made me almost lethargic. I heard soft footsteps padding to the door and the sound of a simple lock being undone. The door opened slowly and my breath caught in my throat. There, standing on the threshold, was the most gorgeous specimen of a man I had ever seen. He was short, only about 5’4’’. She gently touched his hair. As he was kissing her, Trevor heard someone entering the ship. He told Amelia to wait in the room. He got out his sword as he stepped out of the room. A bunch of foreign pirates were on the ship. But with his sword and fists, he fought and defeated them all. Once they were gone, Trevor came back to Amelia who was still in the room. He slowly removed her dress as it fell to the floor. Amelia’s plump, voluptuous, 230lb. body was covered in a white corset. She sat on. She could also make out long strips of piano wire that fanned out from the top rim, running the length of the material, to the lower rim. More wire around the lower rim ensured that the bottom half of the material formed a distinct wavy line. Approaching the girl, he wrapped the long skirt around her so that the upper half of the garment sat snugly around her tightly constricted, eighteen inch, waste. Reaching behind her he secured the two corners of the garment with poppers, before stepping.