We have a situation similar to what you had in Mobile. The government doesn't care about the prostitution, or even the drugs so much, but they have di...covered a large slave trading group that needs to be stopped. The French have a large contingent that needs to be led and you have the experience. Will you? Will you lead us?"I looked at Lisa and she cocked her head with a slight nod. I could hear her say, "It's up to you, but I'm good for it if they are slavers."Looking at the new suit, I asked,. Once I found it, it wouldn't switch on. Fuck, I thought to myself. I flicked it on and off, on and off, wondering if there was another light somewhere. I heard footsteps coming along the hallway, so obviously Chantelle was coming. Shit. 'Hell Max, what are you tryna do to the light-switch?' 'Wait, wait don't come in'. I said back to her, being naked and all. 'Why? are you naked or something? Didn't your mom teach you to take a towel to the bathroom?' She said playfully. I sighed, 'Sorry, I. Upstairs he whispered in her ear. She stood and headed upstairs to their bedroom. He was close to follow and he guided her to bend over the side of the bed. He opened the nightstand drawer and removed a pair of nipple clamps. He threaded the chain of the clamps through the ring on her collar and attached them swiftly to her nipples. She gasped and winced a bit. The clamps were not her favorite, as her nipples were very sensitive to them. He unbuttoned his work shirt, slipping free of it and. Joyce's potion had worn off but he was unable to evenraise a whimper as they clipped the suspenders into place, neatlyfolding down their satin clasps and stroking his nyloned head as theyfinished.Joyce got up, smoothing her skirts and petticoats as Margaret continuedto stroke John's cheeks."I bet you'd like to feel my taffeta petticoats against that stockingsweetie.." she cooed. Lifting her skirt slightly, she traced the toplayer of petticoat lining across his head as he sighed and moaned.