The Biscay storm roused a fair interest.) A couple of days out, and I crossed thirty degrees north latitude, but it was another six days before I was ...ure of the trade winds, lowered the mainsail and set two large head-sails, poled out. I probably need to explain that sailing a fore-and-aft rigged boat, which means most modern yachts, with a following wind, is not comfortable, especially when the wind is from straight astern ... a 'dead run'. In the trades, with a reliable wind from almost dead. ” “The way I fell, my face went above Balram’s left shoulder, and my shoulder bumped into his chest. I was just about to regain my footing and get up when……” Shilpa paused. “When what?” I asked. “Well… very swiftly, Balram put his arms behind my back, pulled me down into his lap and….. kissed me. He kissed me hard, very passionately. First I tried to resist and free myself from his grasp. But he was too strong, and also, well, honestly, his kiss was too good to break out of. I stopped. Securing a white leather leash to my collar, she lead me out of thebathroom and upstairs to the club. It must have been morning because itwas almost empty, only my soft breathing and the click of my ballet bootson the floor sounded as I was lead over to one of the far tables. Ericwas casually sitting there, enjoying his breakfast as he glanced at me.Taking my leash from the girl, who's name I later learned was Lana, hetugged on it to force me to my knees at his side. Then ignored me as. She felt the belt wrapped around her waist. As her fingers searched, she found the metal loops where her chains had been attached. Had been attached. Nothing was hooked to them.As her breathing returned to more like normal, Louisa took in a breath and started to form a word with her lips."Don't!" came again from Mort and a gentle tug on her neck stopped her before she could speak."Louisa. Here are the rules."They are VERY simple:"First. Do not speak or say anything or that ball will be back in.