About a mile inland from the ocean, Port Charles sat on the bank of one of the State's largest rivers. It was a popular place to park sport fishing bo...ts, since it was usually secure from tidal surges, even during the many summer storms. Since the seasick crack from Morris, I had to assume the charter boat business was what I would be looking into. Though I had no idea why the State cared about charter boats. I also had no idea why they had a boat.Port Charles had a population of just under. Your skin, soft to the touch and smelling sweet begins to move up and down as your breathing begins to quicken. I release your last button and start to lift the blouse up. You feel the blouse lift off your back and move past your head. I decide not to untie your wrists and so leave your blouse above your head with your forearms still inside and securing the blouse preventing it from falling down. I then move my right hand behind you and take hold of your bra strap and opening it in one. Walking down the hall heels clicking, heart in my throat, scaredanyone would spot me. Back at the room, I saw the door was shut and hadto knock on my own hotel room!I waited and waited for what seemed like hours before he finally openedthe door. "Thank you Thank you Thank you Master for letting me in!"He flopped on the couch in the room finished his drink, and I struttedover to him kneeling between his legs tugging his sweats down andrevealing his big black cock. I took it in my hand and opened. So many dimensions! The clothes of all humanity, arranged by era, culture, gender, and age in patterns that seemed just beyond her grasp. And the interconnecting rooms between the hallways of closets seemed to be markers for period transitions.The current terminal hallway and the one before contained children’s clothes, this corridor for girls and the previous one connecting to the octagon for boys. Jessica wasn’t sure of the time period, but it certainly wasn’t modern. She suspected.