"Thank you, Tom. I'm Rob Clark; my colleague bringing up the rear, there, is Susan James." He turned to his group. "Come on, people, come aboard."They...all assembled on the deck, looking at Tom, who raised his voice to address them. "There are lots of ways to get hurt on any boat. The Skipper or the Mate will give you all a safety lecture when they get here. In the meantime, please make sure if you're on deck that you have someone with you. If you'll follow me, I'll show you below to the cabins. She gave a low moan of sheer pleasure, pushing a second finger, and then a third, inside herself, the soft warmth of her pussy seeming to suck them in. She took a deep breath, and forced her legs back over her head, opening herself still further. A vision of Clyde’s massive penis swept unbidden before her closed eyes. Oh no! She couldn’t take that monster again! Desperately, she tried to force her fingers further inside herself, opening her fist to stretch her cunt wider, remembering the. “Sabbath, even if you end up with the original $300,000, that’s fine. Plenty of cushion to start a new life. Plus, you have your own savings and investments. I’ll figure out how to transfer all of the money anonymously once we have your new ID papers in place.”Part of the more-money ask was for my own ego. Immature perhaps, but I didn’t want Bulldog Bannerman to think I had just tumbled off the back of a turnip truck. That I was naive enough to simply accept the first offer that strolled. And if that meant the less fortunate, such as Angel and the other girls, had to suffer for the pleasures of the majority, then thats the end of it. There was no asking questions in this country. There was only acceptance for the fact that this was how things were, and this was how it was going to be. No changes would ever be made, because no one ever cared enough to ask why things were the way they were. Everyone always assumed that they were only one person, and couldnt change something on.