Intimacy was so much better when coupled with caring. Mutual giving made the act of love special and sweet and added to the sensual pleasure. It was...heightened by a sense of trusting each other, you and your partner’s intimately sharing of deepest self. She arose and slipped on a light robe over her nude form. She was still trim in her petite figure. Her breast sagged only a little and her tummy was kept tight with exercise. She might have passed for one of the college kids if she colored. Please be satisfied with that," I begged. Fresh tears started leaking from my eyes. I didn't want to be anyone's slave, least of all Miriam's."I don't care if you quit school too, Carol. You're still my slave." I'm not your slave," I insisted."But you are my slave. I think that's clear after what happened yesterday. Denying it won't change that fact." You... you forced me," I whined as my mind replayed my humiliation from last evening when Miriam made me smell and taste her pussy juices. The. Whyte had been terrifying the sign-language interpreter over the past few days with the instructions that he was giving and the fact that Leonard wouldn’t allow him to go home. The absolute certainty that, at this point, he “knew too much,” and there was no way that Whyte was going to allow him to live after killing this woman, did not help either. Because of this, Whyte added to his instructions.“Don’t just open it, use the peephole. And remember that I have this aimed squarely at your back if. There was a shout from the dock, "Permission to come aboard?" Margaret signaled Marlin who gave permission then she walked to gangway to greet the man. The man was dressed in an ordinary seaman's work clothes and had a bushy white mustache.He easily climbed onboard the ship. It was obvious from his appearance and his bearing that he was comfortable with being on a ship. "I am the Harbor Master here. What is the name of your vessel, where are you from, how did you get here and what are your.