"Valerie and me will take care of this." I want some fruit," Atlanta stated, grabbing some apples and plums."I'll take some lamb and bread," Ura said....he teens gorged themselves on a variety of treats in the large leather pouch that Jackson carried on his back. There was quite a bit of belching from Jackson and Ura. The females complained but it didn't do any good. Soon the males were farting and so were the horses."You men are pigs," Valerie proclaimed, but still sat on Jackson's lap wiggling. He then grab my back and turn me under his massive body, i was so small under him, his weight smothering me, his stench overwhelming my senses, his hot body spewing sweat all over my tight belly and chest, his glass paper hair biting into my soft white skin. I managed to spread my legs around his belly and up, bending my knees across his thighs and wrapped my hands around his massive neck. my small head was planted under his chest and neck. It was glorious feeling being buried under this. . he was picking the pockets of the board.I cared about my boat. I was paying for protection and not getting it. $65 a week ... a buck a foot a week.The new bartender was a woman.Oh ... I didn’t get my slip back. One hundred vs sixty five. I was on the chain. $25 a week or a hundred a month. Cheap ... but damned inconvenient. I had to go to the university every day. That meant the dinghy ... and the Yamaha outboard that had never given me a lick of trouble ... until now.Now ... I didn’t have. You belong to him for tonight, you are to obey his every command as any slut would. Understand? Or you will be punished." she said, then added darkly, "If you're lucky you'll be punished away." She brusquely shoved my head away and strutted off majestically- leaving me completely alone with Master Hart in the dimly lit basement.“Well, this is going to be fun” said Master Hart coldly, surveying me. He was tall and thin, although his vice-like grip on the rope hinted at a lot of muscle, he scared.