They had never been used, except by Charlee or Olga to spy on the suite’s various guests. Often, they watched themselves together, or with Charlotte..., in bed or sprawled across the furniture in the living space. Charlee had given permission for Olga to watch last week, live, if the opportunity presented. It hadn’t; Olga watched the next evening, locked alone in the security booth.“Fucking Tom Doyle,” she muttered. He had such a huge cock. The biggest she’d ever seen on a white man. She’d used. .. or something stronger if you'd prefer." Her expression when she looked up from the pad of paper she was holding was inquisitive even puzzled."I wouldn't say no to a beer if you have one," she accepted my invitation.We were standing at the back door so I said, "Why don't you head out onto the deck and make yourself comfortable and I'll bring it right out."Not being a beer drinker I was surprised to find four different kinds of beer in our bar fridge. I put a frosted mug from the freezer and a. I was the only child of a working mother; living way out in the suburbs. There were no amusements and by the time I was fourteen, so mother had finally given-in to my pestering for a dog.I remember the bright sunny day we drove out to some dog kennels where unwanted dogs could be paired up with a new owner.We were shown round the place by old Ken Barker who ran the place.Mother was charmed when he had shown her some cute and cuddly pedigree pooches but meanwhile I was attracted to a handsome. Oh there were times when sex took a back seat." Oh when was that?" The times we called into a port. Like Palma in Majorca when we were given time off the boat to tour the town." He laughed. "That was the first and last time we drank Spanish beer. It was terrible. Thankfully though they did sell German beer."Oh before that though we did have seasickness problems when we crossed the Bay of Biscay. It was so rough that no one was allowed on deck for several days. It also put a severe dent in our.