She approached the lobby and introduced herself to the woman behind the lobby, after which she was asked by the same woman to take a seat. There were ...everal other girls and women sitting in the waiting room, ranging from Japanese to Caucasian.After a short while she was invited by a Japanese woman into one of the rooms down the hallway, she saw a hallway on her right with a thick black curtain and some paintings on the wall she could not make out what they were.Once inside the room, Betty was. Adam began to speak.He explained that everyone had been told the rules of the evening but for the benefit of the Bottom (sounds like that is what they were calling me), he'd repeat them. Everyone had an envelop under their chair which had the number of their turn (to fuck me). The person one number ahead could be asked to help with my bonds and with the permissions of that number, could use my mouth. The person whose turn it was, was only allowed to fuck me.Then Adam said it was time to get. Since we were alone, I also wanted him to discreetly put out the word we are recruiting former Caldav slave men, particularly fishermen. The marsh society treated the men poorly, generally looking down on them as second class citizens.We walked by a number of ruined fishing nets in an area used for refuse. They gave me an idea and I took them with me to the boat. The boat landing was crowded with dugouts, men looking over the swordfish with envy in their eyes. A few were naked which was pretty. Slowly, they both started to run their hands over their own bodies under the water, neither one taking her eyes off of the other's perfect body. As they caressed their own bodies, their nipples hardened and their pussies got wet with arousal. The sexual tension mounted rapidly. It was unbearable. Jess grinned as she stepped closer to Christine.“Touch my pussy, slut, I know you want me, I know you crave my body. I know you will tell the man you love once you’ve had me.” Jess took one of.