A bouncer flanked this door on the far side of the heat curtain that insulated him from the negative temperatures outside.Almost instantly as they pas...sed through the warm current of air their arctic jackets became unpleasant and they quickly pulled back the snoods and pulled down the zippers. The bouncer briefly appraised them and then spoke in Icelandic and Chris apologised for not knowing the language.“Not a problem, sir” he replied in faultless English albeit oddly vacant of any accent. At the brothel she had been in the lowest category so she got the worst clients. Anything was allowed as long as she was conscious and in a somewhat fit state for her next client. The male concubines were the worst; the things they weren't allowed to do in their pods they did to her. Watersports were the least of it. She didn't get many sponsors as they were usually reserved for the girls who were there just to get pregnant. The first week was the worst as she had been the only 'punishment. “I’ve been worried.”“Really?”“Yes. I went to our beach spot last Monday and you never showed up. You never told me you weren’t going to be there, and that isn’t like you. I was afraid something bad had happened.”“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I forgot all about it.”“Forgot all about it? How could you forget about it? We’ve been going there on Monday afternoons for months!”“I know, please forgive me. I should have called you, but…” She hesitated. “I totally forgot. There’s been, uh, a lot on my. I could feel her throat start to open, but not quite enough to accept my fully engorged cock. The seconds ticked by... she would need to come up for air soon. “Here, need a hand?” I asked in my most helpful tone. I put a hand on the back of her head, and firmly pushed. I could feel my cock push her throat open, and I watched as her neck swelled with cock. I buried it in her, until her nose pushed up against me. Then I let go, and she slowly pulled off.“Fuck, that's hot!” she said. (Hey,.