We didn't want anything to distract the people from gambling, and too much alcohol could do that. This caused a problem when a drunk potential gambler...tried to come on board and our security blocked him at the gangplank. On a couple of occasions, we had to rescue men who were so drunk that they fell into the river when they were stopped on that narrow entranceway.When we got back to New Orleans, we compared income for upriver versus downriver, and the downriver take was significantly better. You’ve been through a lot. Just take your time ok?’ ‘Yes, Miss Davenshaw. Thank you.’ May’s eyes seemed to be losing their central focus. She began to look dizzy and her head rocked forwards. ‘May, are you ok?’ ‘I…when…he said…yesterday,’ ‘Yes, May.’ Miss Davenshaw leaned forward. She sensed that what May was about to say was important. ‘When he…when Edmund said ‘slaves…slaves to polishy’ Miss Davenshaw’s concern for May wrestled with her need, her compulsion, to find out what her PA was so. There she is once more, my inner self peering over her copy of cosmopolitan with disappointment. I set up my materials and stand in front of Leo thinking of ways to have him pose. I tell him to have loose legs and to lean back on his hands facing me. I draw out the sketch pretty quickly having the outline ready to add colour and definition. ‘Isn’t this meant to be a naked image? I’m still wearing my boxers’. I’m concentrating so much on getting his outline perfect this time that I hadn’t even. Mark was completely smooth. His work in the gym was evident, and Tom thrilled at how hard his body felt under his hands. He finally let go of Mark's cock and filled both hands with the shower gel and began lathering Mark up."I won't tell them if you won't," Mark laughed, enjoying the feeling of the older man's strong hands on his chest and belly. When Tom reached down and soaped up his heavy balls, he moaned a little. He shifted just a bit, and when Mark looked down, Tom had his hand wrapped.