Even the slightest thing should be recorded.I keep a diary and its been a chore but I make sure Tiffanny alsokeeps one. She's kind of lazy and thinks...we can just do whateverwe feel like with the boys anyway, but that's not the point!It's not for us, remember, it's for the boys. (laughter) She smiled, it's doesn't have to be anything big. Improperly folding ourunderwear before putting it away in our drawer, a white glove inspectionwith a speck of dust, not having enough time for a proper job. "We will now conduct an official strip search, which is customary in most countries and is in full accordance with international law. You will remember the Captain's instructions: do exactly what I tell you and absolutely no back talk. Speak only when asked a question. Do you understand, Mrs. Hartley?" Although she was trembling inside with fear and anger, Susan knew that she must stay focused and in control of her emotions. With as much calm as she could muster, she looked across at the agent. Every time she come down I can see her cleavage clearly..Since saaree is not fully covered her body..Also I can see her hip now it may be around 5inch gap but for a person like me its more than sufficient to go to dream..She realised im looking at her body so instead of 1or 2 cloths she picked many clothes together and she kept that in her shoulder and put it in the ropes.Even though it was not fully finished she told ok we will go down I will give you the key at the mean time she was talking. That is your reward.”I am in a daze as she leads me into the tattoo parlor. I sit quietly while she talks to the artist. I can’t hear a word they are saying.After a few moments he walks up to me. “Is this true?” he asks gruffly. “You are going to let me ink you the way she wants, and not ask any questions?”“Yes.” I say, hardly believing the word that just escaped my own lips.“Yes what?” she snaps from behind him, a predatory smile that says she is loving all of this.“Yes Sir.” I say simply, her.