..if anything I think I was helping the farts on their way! Jeez, I stunk the place out and fast. I slid down placing my round hefty jegging clad butt...cks down onto the hard floor, hoping the air would be cleaner down there.Not for long!PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLRTTTTTTT!I just kept rattling them out across the floor and every so often, the intercom would come on asking if I was OK and telling me not to worry, that the fire brigade would be arriving shortly.Yup, the fire brigade. They couldn't get me out. It stings more then it hurts. The slaps get progressively harder. You start to feel your ass heat up. The hotter it gets, the more it hurts. You whimper with each stroke, but he can see the look of pleasure mixed with the pain on your face. He is enjoying this as much as you are. “Get up. I think you get the message. Get on your knees and put your arms behind you”. You obey. He ties your arms behind your back. He goes to the night stand and pulls a large dildo from the drawer. He. But you can't spread it around, ok? If I tell you and it gets out, I won't be able to ever trust you, you know?" They all gave their solemn word. "Ok, there were federal Program people here who were checking out complaints that the Program wasn't being run properly; you know how Fletcher changed it? Well, there was a disagreement about the rules in the Program booklet, and since federal rules were affected, that's why the marshals were here too. That's all."Andrew looked at me with a cynical. Since it was my first time snorkeling in the Caribbean at all, I can’t say if he was right. But what I do know is that it was gorgeous. We snorkeled there at Trunk Bay for 90 minutes, marveling at the coral reefs and the colorful marine life in the crystal-clear blue water. Trunk Bay is famous for its “underwater snorkeling trail,” a series of plaques set on the ocean floor describing the marine life and features nearby.I had a good time, and found it easy to keep up with Jim, and chat with him.