After another uneventful crossing, they anchored off Tunis and were met by Thomas’s old acquaintance, Mr. George Mahoney, the British consul. They r...ceived him for dinner in Clyde‘s cabin.What he had to report was similar to Mr. Presley’s findings. The vacuum left by the American frigates and the reduction of trade with the British side was forcing Tunis to look into other revenue streams, i.e. piracy, again. The Bey of Tunis was still reluctant to give the corsairs his official backing, but. Out stepped Lee!“H-Hiya! I tried to calculate the precise time to leave but my mom didn’t want to miss her show. S-Sorry…” He looked down, glasses glinting with shame. “No worries Lee! I am glad you are here!” I gave him a hug much to his surprise, a shy smile crossing his lips. “Th-Thanks… Do you require any assistance? I could triangulate the best places to put your balloons! Knowing you two, it was hapzard at best! Er… S-Sorry.” I just giggled at his statement, shrugging. “Yeah, sure! You. It was one of the first things I did when I went to a new bar. The sign said ‘IF YOU’RE HERE, YOU’RE HERE. NO EXCEPTIONS’ I handed him back the ten. ‘Boy, I just saved your ass. Now instead of being upset she’s gonna want to know what we talked about, and did you really say she was pretty. Tell her we talked about forming a dance committee to bring dancing back to the club and I needed input from the younger members. Tell her I’d like for her and some of your friends’ wives to be on it. Tell. I slapped her hard on the ass, loving the reddening of her ass where my hand landed, she whimpered and it was music to my ears, her ass hole had been lubed, she was wearing black crouch-less panties and her blond hair was in a ponytail almost down to her ass. I picked up the leather leash and attached it to the ring on the collar. I gave it a pull and she whimpered again. “Is she ready?” I asked her husband, he nodded, “yes Sir, your slut is ready and I await your instructions.” I looked at.