Captain Ramsey wanted her aboard, and her dunnage stowed, by 8 am, although we were not due to sail until the afternoon.The prison governor greeted me...with the news that she had escaped. He took me to her cell; the door hung open, and on the floor lay the body of the bearded turnkey, his trousers around his ankles and his throat cut."He was discovered when the morning shift came on duty at five. The surgeon says he had been dead for three or four hours."I looked at the dead turnkey, and knew. “I am sorry Master, it will not fit.”Allie managed to say between her sobs and pained moans.“I said fuck me whore, do you want the whip?”Greg said in an angry tone of voice something that madehis slave start sobbing, after all she had been throughtonight the last thing she wanted was to be whipped aswell.“No Master, forgive me Master, please do not whip meMaster!”The slave girl begged and then she tried again to getthe large, swollen penis into her pussy when. Pick the emotion, the stress level, the sincerity you want to portray, feel them, then tell the lie.But it was very difficult to lie to Sunny. I instinctively understood the reason: I cared what she thought about me. I didn't want being caught in a lie to lower her opinion. That created real stress as it tapped my conscience.In the past, I didn't care at all what the other person thought of me. I had a position I wanted to get to and if lying did the job, great. If I was caught in a lie, oh. .” She stammered as she took another step forward. Completely forgetting about her robe as it fell open. I could see most of her tits, but the robe still covered the nipples. “I’ll do anything if you won’t tell your father!”She had real tears forming in her eyes as she stood before me with this incredulous look on her face.I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift from hers down to her mostly exposed breasts, then down to her muff, then quickly back to her eyes. After a couple of these looks she.