We plenty damned tired." I dunno," Joe said. He was eyeing Ellen, taking in her flowered pants and the medallion hung between her large breasts. "We d...n't want no hippies. Big trouble from cops alla time." Boy, you sure dumb," Kalola rejoined scornfully. "All rich tourists from mainland dress hippie style now. Anyway, Ellen no make you trouble. She damn good, hard-working whore." Oh," Joe Moto said. "Why didn't you say so? Okay, take number four. It ain't locked." He started back into the. "A little louder: "I'm a slut for your big cock." Louder!" I'm a slut for your big cock!" Then get on your knees for it."He put his half-finished beer down and got right back into the position he'd been in just ten minutes ago, bracing himself with his hands on my legs. I was mostly hard again by this point, but I decided my cocksucker could get me the rest of the way there. "Kiss my dick and balls. Show me how much you want this cock to get hard again."He obeyed, showering little butterfly. She too was wearing a head harness, with reins locked to it and in turn to a ring at the back of her stall. Steve took a riding crop hanging from hook on the side of the stall and tapped her lightly on the thigh with it. She woke up suddenly, turning her head towards us. She gave a startled cry, rendered into a grunt by the steel bit gag that stretched across her mouth. She tried to back away from us but was stopped as she reached the end of her tethering rein."Up! Up!" ordered Steve. "On your. "Is this picture satisfactory for your identification?" That will be fine." Good. Sir? Look at the camera, please."He took Jack's picture, got an OK on it and typed for a minute or so. He pulled out two cards from somewhere under the desk and slid them over to us. They were very similar to drivers licenses. Eastside Country Club was across the top. My picture was below it on the left side of the card. My name and the word Member were on the right side. The back of the card had a magnetic strip.