She’s from Portugal, chestnut curly hair, dark brown eyes, coper skinned, perfect English, a rather low voice, thick but muscular thighs in those mi...i pants. A sweet girl, I noticed immediately when she first showed up here two evenings ago. Her friends would dance and flirt around, she’d sit on the stool, minding her own business, chatting with me, in her cheerful manner. Joys of a bartender. Today I even noticed myself hoping that she’d be there again.‘It’s heavy’, I say to her, spoken. I would like you to assume a position over here for the other employees to come in and look you over. He led me over to the small conference table in his office and pulled my hair back in a ponytail. He produced an open mouth gag and put it on me. He also pulled out some high-heeled shoes. He put them on me. Placed a spreader bar between my legs and tied my hands behind my back. He pulled out a chain. He connected the chain to my collar. “He kissed me on the cheek. Remember my dear, we are all. ‘Maybe I don’t want you to be wise,’ she said softly approaching him. She placed one hand on his chest and stroked the other down his arm. ‘Perhaps, but I do. Could you please be so good as to order your guards to escort me back to my cabin?’ After he had left she wandered into her bedroom and lay down on the bed. Her attempts at seduction hadn’t been effective and now she was left alone with her desires. She unbuttoned her trousers and slid them off. She rubbed her palms across her stomach and. "Good," Ron Vincent said and nodded toward a door alongside the see-through mirror. "A little room through there for you to strip down to your underwear. Then go through the other door and you'll find the lady waiting. Just stay cool, son."I didn't like being called 'son', and I wasn't sure I would be able to go through with it. But, as I stripped in the small, neat changing room, I began wondering what the woman waiting on the other side of the door would be like. Some old biddy, I guessed..