He couldn’t tell what they wore under them.Swallowing was a little difficult. He tried again.“Was it ... cancer ... ous?”The nurse, one Betty Ki...kpatrick, drew back slightly, frowning. “I’ll let the surgeon explain. I’m not authorized to provide those details. He’ll be by in a few minutes to review the operation.”Phil grumbled, rattling his restraints for emphasis. “Will I ... live or not?” he demanded.Worried, the nurse laid her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry. You came through the surgery with. You are my Master now, I could barely get out the words as my climax began. That was all it took, he grabbed my hips and yanked me back against him as hard as possible while impaling me upon his rigid shaft. I could feel his penis begin to throb inside my ass and the sensation sent me over the edge. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over me, rocking me to my very core. I could feel his white hot spunk filling up my ass as he too cried out with the extreme nature of the climax. We slumped to. For this particular routine, Monica wore a little black velvet dress, stiletto heels, and what looked like diamond jewelry. Sort of cocktail-party-meets-jewelry-smuggler. Underneath it all, she had the push up bra, panties, stockings, and garter belt. Strategically-placed zippers made it easier to get out of the dress smoothly. She made her way around the room, rubbing up against some of the guys, rolling around on the bar, and basically making use of whatever was in the basement to make for an. Thinking about it ... we’ll need crew.”“Thanks, I usually have a contract ... but I like you. You’re not pushy.” Then she said, “College boys? Older hands? Girls?”“I’m my own Captain ... if International Licenses count on the lakes?”“We should have registered with the Coasties.”“I was going to do that ... David knows, he’s seen my certs.”“Monday ... after the bank.”“Ok ... now ... party! We’re here and I wan’t to circulate.”Burt ‘locked’ the door ... crossed a couple of sticks over the canvas.