They even got some real cute sweeties upstairs.”2 hours later patrol 6-B checked in. “Central, this is patrol 6-B. We finally found 5-A. They stop...ed off at a bar and got blind drunk. What do ya want me to do? leave them here, or stick around until the shore patrol shows up?”“6-B, Stay in place. We don’t want anybody wandering off. We might need your help getting them into the brig.”“Aye, Aye Central, 6-B out”An hour later, “Shore patrol one five to Central.”“Go ahead SP-15.”“Central, we’re. I'm glad you saw what was going on there, if you can keep those two competing for your affections, you will have a full and varied sex life. Competition and fear are wonderful motivators. I try to keep that going in business too, you want to make people work harder, just go and stand where they can see you and watch. Don't smile or grimace just watch ... The honest, hard workers won't even notice you, the thieves or lazy ones will be watching you out of the corner of their eyes. The ones that. I was just about to be proven wrong. Again. I felt like a Peeping Tom as she closed the door behind her and slowly unbuttoned her nightie until she wore nothing but a smile and perhaps a touch of lipstick. My gaze didn’t quite reach her eyes, getting stuck about chest height. She had nice tits, if a bit small for my taste. Really nice tits, and perky too. In fact, I think I even said it out loud as I stood there, my prick tenting my boxers, my pants clenched in my fist, frozen in indecision. . I assumed that Kristie was just angry that I had gone home with someone else. I bit my lip and kept my cool. I explained to her that neither of us was exclusive to the other, and reminded her that Kristie had a sugardaddy that she had the sad duty of satisfying at his convenience. A good rough fucking is all that she had wanted from me.That was the nature of our relationship and we both knew it. Kristie had the balls to tell me to stop seeing Laurie, and I flatly refused. Eventually, the phone.