Some barged in, often drunk, and I knew I would hurt a bit. Some tapped ever so gently on the door, and I knew they were ashamed of being here. Some l...ingered in the doorway, attempting to project suave, others rushed about everything as if I charged by the minute. But nobody ever knocked. I called out, “Come in?” and the door opened. I was agape. What was this kind of man doing here? He was wearing a simple, tight white T-shirt, with a gold arrow in the right breast, and plain denim jeans. He. "What about the slaves?" Jo asked, "They are naked!" Naked is natural," the policewoman explained, "Is beautiful, you dress like prostitutes, like cheap tarts." Look, we need to get back to the "Empress," Lynnie explained, "Can't you let us go?" No, prostitution is illegal." the policewoman insisted."But we are boat girls!" Lynnie protested."Ah boat girls," the policewoman said, "Why did you not say?" You didn't, like. ask?" Lynnie explained."Americano boat girls," the policewoman nodded, "Then. Byron was going to look pretty wrinkled when he got back to work I guessed. “376, copy,” Byron said tentatively into the mouthpiece.”“376, where have you been?”“Sorry boss, a guest asked for my assistance. I’ll be right down.”“376, we’ll talk.” Byron was hustling into his pants and socks, trying to smooth his Hawaiian shirt top, which had a significant wet spot on it. He wiped his cum and pussy soaked face on the sheets.“Sorry. Housekeeping will give you new sheets. I have to go. Thanks.. He speaks her name and stops the flogging. Now he moves as quickly as he has all morning and loosensher fastenings, beginning with her feet and ending with her hands, after he hasturned her toward him and put his shoulder so that she can lean against himwhen he frees her. He carries her to the hammock, gives her water to drink and unwraps a large piece of the dark chocolate she loves. Whileshe nibbles on it, he spreads cool lotion on her welts and on abrasions left bythe whip. He notices that.