She remained comatose, her sleep Shyp.“She won’t ever know. She’ll wake up in the morning without a clue. Trust me. I know.”Cee seemed to rela.... “They do want to be touched, don’t they?”“Mmm,” I responded, brain and adrenalin racing. “Would you mind? She is your wife, I mean.”My cock was hammering beneath my shorts looking for an exit. “Well, you could caress your own breasts as you touch hers,” I suggested, my voice a tad strained.Cee almost glared in response. “That’s blackmail!”“Yes,” I. "And who was that?" She indicated the direction the sailor had made off in. "I never got his name. I'm sorry, I talked him into bringing me down here." "How?" "Umm... with a blow-job," I confessed, hanging my head. "Well, this is a secure area," she said, "I'm going to have to search you. Put your hands up against there." She indicated a large, flat area of the engine. I turned and stretched my arms up and put my palms against the engine. Wait a minute, I was stark naked, what was there to. .. stoning into a self-defence plea,” I chuckled.“It’ll be interesting all right,” chuckled Roxanne.“Well, they’re doing their usual stunt of making us wait,” Thea stated.“As ever,” Morgana replied with a wry smile. “They see it as asserting dominance; I tend to see it as irritating me to the point where a verdict is going to go against them no matter what,” Morgana finished speaking very loudly.That did the trick and the air shimmered as some form of masking screen opened before us to allow us. "All right, get them on the kebab platforms or they won't be ready for the first lunch shift." says Milly somewhat mollified.Betty, mike in hand, calls everybody to attend lunch preparation.The crying girls are led to four kebab frames. Under Milly careful supervision, feet and hands are fixed to the raised platforms. Feet shackled directly, hands manacled and attached to the platform by flexible cables.They stand on the platforms as if about to walk. Heads through and above the circular groove.