“Stating a little early, aren’t we?” The Controller asks as Debbie turns off the tablet and climbs off the bed.“I didn’t think you would min....”“Just save some energy for the show.”Debbie exits the room and the two girls hug.“How are you doing Nat?”“Good Debbie.”They begin to follow the man down the corridors towards the Sex Rooms.“What do you think he is going to have us do today?” Natalie whispers to her sister.“I don’t know. But I hope it’s the dogs. I miss Duke.”The reach the Sex Rooms and. I noticed you weren't whacking the weasel."Tim gave me a look like I said the stupidest expression he ever heard."I do know how to jack off." You want help with it anyway?" Shit, what?!"I was surprised he wasn't saying that so loud he was waking up his wife."I don't mind jerking you off. Your wife ever gave you a handjob?"He looked like a feeling of disappointment shone upon his face. "Nancy doesn't like to give handies." Then I could give that to you just because." Why do you want to do. ‘I wouldn’t worry about it. Your wife can barely stand. I doubt like hell that a cup of coffee is going to sober her up enough to dance in front of fifty people.’ ‘I sure as hell hope you’re right, but you know these crazy women. Did a little alcohol stop Simone? Or Trisha? Or Gail?’ Both men left her name unsaid. It was the one time that Rachel had ever attempted to fit in with his friends and comrades. And it had been a complete nightmare. The last thing he wanted or needed was a repeat of. Ah-h, much better," she said finally, checking her chained, shackled, strappedand dildo-ed self in the big, elegant mirror. (Even today, the steel dildogives her a sense of relief from the day-to-day pressures at work in the sameway she used to unwind with a single-malt scotch and soda). She thought she should call Gail in the shipyard's general office back inGlasgow in the morning. But for now, she wanted more sleep. Four hours later,she awoke more refreshed and clinked slowly, her breasts.