A typical Whipmaster show featured naked oiled women hung by their wrists or ankles from the top of the huge stage, or hung in crucifixion position be...hind and to the sides of the band, all for decorative purposes. They’d have specific focus moments in the show where, in a climactic guitar solo for instance, the lead singer would take his iconic trademark black bullwhip and whip the back off a bound naked girl in the middle of the stage, maybe tied to a post or put in stocks, or even left to run. “South end of the lake. The old ship channel. Anchor.” Bink’s orders.I know what that mostly means. Tranquility, if THEY want it tranquil. I think they do. Weather? Today’s nice, mostly blue skies, tomorrow’s supposed to be deteriorating, but not really stormy. Besides, we have our act together as far as anchoring and waiting out anything shy of a real hurricane.We’re loaded with books and music and games and each other. Tranquility lies at the south end of the lake.And conversation.“Yeah, it. I'll be with you in a minute." I just came up to see if you need help with anything."Thelma released me and pushed my back, her arms on my shoulders as she checked me out."Lord, you give good hugs. It looks like living over here agrees with you." For the most part, yes." Lot different than living on your own, i'n't it?" Boy, I'll say." Well, we can't stand here jawin' all day. We came up here to help. Oh, here's Bea. Have you met Bea yet?"I hadn't, and I swiped my hands with a dish towel before. She was also pretty convinced he was an experienced molester, as he made her cum so hard, she nearly dropped the soup on the floor.After that, she finished feeding him soup, while standing on weak knees as he gently massaged her insides, prolonging her after orgasms bliss.Only after getting the man on the plane she remembered about Juan and as she came back to him, there was hell to pay. Juan didn't like to wait. And made her remember. She was taken to a side room, gagged with a piece of duct.