I'm not sure you'd call it my hangout, but, for lack of a better term, it's my hangout," she said."Really," I said."Obviously, you two know each other... pretty well," said Barbara."Oh—sorry—Barb. Uh—yes we have kind of a history. Went to the same schools at the same time and stuff," I said."Well, to paraphrase you, Ben—really?" said Barbara."Uh—I mean yes," I said."What Bennie means to say..." started Veronica."Never mind," said Barbara. "Veronica, Ben, you two clearly have something to say to. He assured grinning crookedly through a mouthful of token tatters, that the seamen only started coming after dark, and that it was a rollicking great pick up point for really warm bodies. In the meantime there was a public house around the corner where should I so desire, refreshment was served to all the needy souls, in need of sustenance and replenishment at all hours, to all manner of man, and his kith and kin. Hastening my way to the blockhouse, come alehouse, I was at first taken aback, as. He walked toward Brenda letting the leather strips dangle towards the floor shaking the handle slightly in an effort to remove any tangles. With the backs of his fingers he stroked her cheeks and wiped off a string of drool hanging from her chin. He ran the backs of his fingers around the outside and under her tits, then roughly flicked each of the nipple clamps with his index finger. He ran his fingers down to Brenda’s waist. He slipped his fingers under the rope that went between her legs. She was here for the money, and nothing more, and just seeing her reminded me that the same thing was true of the other women as well.Looking at all of the ingredients she had prepared, I said, "Hey, I was just going to make scrambled eggs." I know," she answered with a playful scowl. "That's why I got up to help you." Her tone changed as she teased, "Laura didn't let you take liberties last night, did she? Today's the big day, you know!"I couldn't help but to smirk as I shook my head. Giselle.