Good exercise. Better than working at a gas station, and definitely better than kissing some douchebag-with-mommy-issues’ ass while she pretended to...be his secretary.And there was always the chance some millionaire might stumble into his feelings one night. Or so the other dancers squawked to each other between outfit changes. They were fools to think it—to think that Prince Charming would be caught dead in their little hole in the wall. Still, a girl had to have dreams. Even so, the ones who. I didn’t dare say much, the captain was long time friends with Uncle Charles, and from the look on his face he was in on the deception as well. I asked and was allowed to go below decks to rest, or cool off as the case truly was. The boat had barley cleared the harbor when I heard the now familiar ring tone of a message from Sally…Her texted words simple, almost too simple in fact. “Hi Barney its Sally, wanna get together when you boat comes in?” Sally . His cock stirred and began to harden as the up skirt view under the table came to mind. Taking a deep swallow of his drink he sighed in contentment as he thought of his daughter. In the corner Thomas smiled, Mark was thinking the thoughts he wanted him to. He could not possess or control a male physically, but since he had fucked Sarah, he had the strength to help the men think of what he wanted them to from their memory. She would come looking for dad when he took too long to return, time to. The true numbers as Thomas told them were much less, but still enough to make four captains at the table whistle with admiration.Lady Carter entertained Mirabel with her recollections of a year-long stay on Barbados, the home of Mirabel’s mother. Mirabel allowed that her mother had often talked about Bridgetown where she’d grown up, and how she missed the sun and the warm climate after moving to London with John Goodwin. Lady Carter gave her a smile and confessed that she, too, missed the.