Will there be lots of men there Sir John?”“You really do like showing your cute little body don’t you BP?“Yes sir.” I replied.After a shower... Skye and I went up onto the deck to wait for Sir John. As we were waiting we watched a big car drive up and stop at the back of the yacht.“I wonder if that limo is for us?” Skye asked.“Yes it is SB.” Sir John said from behind us.“Oh sorry sir, we didn’t see you.” I replied.“That’s okay BP. I’m told that I creep around at times. I didn’t mean to startle. The yellow meat inside had the slight hint of persimmons, which he savoured while puzzling his mankil problems.All in all, the beast would be an invaluable asset in his search for his missing co-pilot. After all, it was easier to ride than walk, not to mention the greater distances he could put behind him in a day. But on the other hand, if the ride was going to emasculate him, there was little purpose in continuing the ordeal.Tossing the empty shells from his bands, Ponkert watched them bounce. " Patrique smiled. There was a mental button on the back of hermind that made her, at least temporarily forget why she was here and whoshe was, all replaced by a perfect copy of Pauraques thoughts. Her originalself was on standby, ready to strike when the moment was right."Excellent." As Patrique turned around to finish her cleaning her husbandslapped her ass."Oh!" She let out a moan, before grumbling in false outrage."So how was your day, dear?"Uneventful. Just as we like it to be. She bitched. .. I’ll cry. Probably keep on crying ‘til I’m all swole up and ugly.”“Not possible. But, another question...”Kelly sighed.“Let’s smoke a bowl, and if it’s a question still worth asking after that, ask away.”Twenty minutes later, Lisa said, “How are you feeling about the whole San Francisco thing, the stepping down from being a Domme thing?”Kelly frowned at her, and stuck out her tongue.“Are you trying to depress me? Isn’t it enough we’re going to a child’s funeral?”“If you’d really prefer that.