The man's attitude was surly as he polished glasses with a dirty rag."Who were they, Sidney?" asked the lawman."How should I know?" The man didn't mee... the lawman's eyes."They knew you, according to them out there," said Cross, shoving his thumb over his shoulder at the street. "This is the fourth time in as many weeks I've had problems with your ... establishment ... Sydney. Seems to be a threat to public safety around here. I might have to have a word with the town fathers about closing down. As I walked in a soft dark voice beside me said “Oh you're wet, you should get out of those clothes.” I turned and saw a lovely lady sitting at a corner table near the door.Well I'm not the ugliest bloke in the world, but it's the first time an absolutely gorgeous woman has told me to take my clothes off as an opening line!I told her I was very flattered by her invitation. I saw she was alone so I asked if I could buy her a drink?She said “That would be nice.” So I ordered two drinks and joined. Only slave number two was left. She took a deep breath and very intentionally let go of the two handles allowing the small balls to drop. She took another breath and tilted her head back, releasing the leather bit which held up the heavy ball. The bowling ball dropped immediately, tearing the clothespins from her abdomen. As they pulled off, she gave out a deep, moaning groan that was very obviously a cry of passion, not pain. Evidently, slave number four was a pain slut who was able to turn. Salim was into bestiality. He was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid anticipation as he pictured Rachel nude and filthy, down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge sheep dog.But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he referred there was physically scarred and underwent several weeks of extensive reconstructive surgery to her reproductive organs. She became a defective product, a non-performing asset. No, he could.