”“Quite right too,” he replied laughing. “That’s settled. We can have a swim and eat later. There’s changing cubicles over there and towel... stacked on the locker beside them.”Their drinks arrived and she took a sip. “It’s good,” she murmured. “I’ve been trying to place where you come from. You have a slight accent. South African isn’t it?”Shaun laughed, “Close; Kenya to be exact, although I did spend three years in Cape Town at University.”She nodded, “So did you live in Nairobi or. By the end of the day he had a promise of a DVD recording, from the camera covering the check-in desk, for Tuesdays and Thursdays.Next week Matt received the first recording. He sat at his computer and whizzed through it. At 2pm on Tuesday Roger came into the picture. He could see Jenny standing behind Roger, away from the desk. Matt waited until Roger had signed the register and then forced a screen grab. He saved the picture then using photo-shop enlarged the section of the picture containing. "First, we cater to both men and women", Ben began as he led me down the main corridor, "and we offer both male and female prostitutes to meet every taste. We have over 1000 indentured male prostitutes and over 9,000 indentured female prostitutes. They are all in our custody to work off their debts. We provide them the very best in medical care and many fringe benefits, but of course we pay no salary or other cash income to any of them." A client coming to us for pleasure is first interviewed. As I sat opposite him, I wondered that he hadn't even asked to see my body or tried to fuck me. Not that we'd had any free time during the afternoon and not that I wanted to fucked, I was very sore from all the walking and carrying of stuff, but I knew he had the right to use my body whenever he chose. "Is he gay?" I asked myself but that notion was soon dispelled when I'd finished washing-up and he took me to the bedroom to put my clothing away. "Time for us to get to know each other. It's now.