“It’s like chaos around here all the time, no wonder we keep getting the projections wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t mind working for a couple of hour... tonight and we could get the whole thing sorted,” he said.“That would be fine by me,” she replied and made her exit leaving him licking his lips.It had turned out to be remarkably easy and even when he mentioned the overtime with his wife she didn’t seem to have any objection. “Work as long as you like,” she said, “Get the job done.”Sebastian could. "Here's to those we love the best, we love them best when they're undressed." Tracey responded clinking her shot glass to Liza's. "I love you honey." Her new gal pal smiled. "The feee-ling is MU-tual," Tracey answered. ************************* Onstage the lights came up and the Tee Shirt guy appeared with a microphone. A bevy of beautiful babes lined up beside the stage, all in some form of the Tee shirt. Girls are of course awesomely creative when it comes to stretching a bit of material over. Just at this moment I instinctively moved my tongue across my lips to taste her every drop. Mistress noticed this and was not pleased thinking I had disobeyed her orders. I tried to explain but to no avail, she stated I was to be punished and left the room. I heard her heels clicking as she walked away. Mistress left me there hanging for quite some time still blindfolded with only her aroma to think about. A while later Mistress returns and tells me it is time for my punishment. She straddles. “When can we expect your Excellency?”“I shall be ready at 3 o’clock.”“Six bells on the afternoon watch,” Tony mused. “We shall be ready to sail then.”They parted, and the British returned to the Clyde. Orders were given to land the freed slaves on the beach where a few of General Vaval’s soldiers were awaiting them. The disembarkation went largely without a hitch. With his glass, Tony could see that at least one of the Haitian soldiers was able to speak to the freed slaves. Greeting rituals.