TheLadder was one half meter wide at the base and tapered to only a fewcentimeters at the top. It was inclined at 45 degrees and mounted on a platform...to allow the assembled crowd a clear view. The thighs of the slave werestraddled around the ladder with her ankles chained to one of the rungsproviding an obscene exposure of her cunt and ass. Her wrists were chained highabove her head to the top rung of the ladder. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her. She did not disappoint, her fingers touching, then opening me, only to be replaced by her tongue. In total surrender, I moved with her loving tongue, my body in rhythmic response to her talented probing.My passions rising and rising, not wanting this feeling to end, then that huge spasm as my body jerked in a release, my juices flooding from me. She never paused, her lips sucking my release from me.I had collapsed in an exhausted heap, lying beside her."Oh, Lesley, that was so good, so good," I. They had an uneventful journey back to the Marina. It was just getting dark as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The slips were in shadows and they were able to tie up in the original slip without anyone asking any questions. Because of the possible problems with the two island girls, they told them to just say they were from Cuba because once they were on American soil, the law allowed them the right of residency. It was one of the many contradictions in the confusing immigration law. But even so, all day, I'd been braced for the next strike at my dignity. Now all that was over and I could finally relax.Kathy was kneeling, holding down my shorts as I stepped out of them, while Greg was behind me, supporting me, his arms around me, his lips nibbling at the tender side of my neck as I leaned back against him, so strong and supportive. Oh, it felt so good, so good. Kathy pulled off my shoes. I raised Greg's hands from my midriff to cup my breasts, pressed his warm palms on the.