Miss Bentner closed the door behind Emma and glared at Elizabeth who was still rubbing her bottom. Her breasts were so beautiful. Her nipples still er...ct. “Well, Mrs Carson? Was it as hard as Mrs Shilton?” “Harder, much harder,” Elizabeth said between sobs. “Good. Now bend back across the table so I can inspect you.” Elizabeth gasped but did as she was told, stretching her arms again to grab the far side of the table, keeping her legs apart. Miss Bentner smiled. She looked down at Elizabeth’s. It might be hard to get her mother to let her come alone. Unlike her daughters, Mrs. Edwina Montbatten was as frigid as the grave. Perhaps he could find some companions to lend at least a veneer of respectability. Harry Turbell, he knew, was shagging Rose and would be happy for an opportunity to see her. That would solve everything. He would go straight to the Montbattens’ and arrange to pick them up this evening. Richard let out a heavy breath, shifting in the saddle. He felt a little better. Time went on and I decided to take the incentive myself and put me to the test the way she would want to. I had to be very creative so she can agree without making her feel pushed to do this. Sure enough I came up with what I thought would be a genius plan. I went on Craigs list and placed an ad with the title Black male needed for nude massage. In the ad, I explained that the massage will be for a female and that both will be naked. I even offered $60 for half an hour and made sure to state. Inviting Julie in.She grumbled and barked at the two staff-wielding guards. “Watch the door.”“We’ll talk in the Harbor Master’s office. It’s clear of personnel,” I offered.Longhorn dipped his head at Julie in acknowledgement, and then made a sweeping gesture with his hat while bowing to me. “Thank you.” Whereupon, he shouted over his shoulder, “The escort is dismissed to wait upon me at the longboat.”In unison, the Captain’s men raised an arm in silence. It was some sort of stiff-armed salute,.