We progressed down the corridor and I noted the chains and collars hooked to the walls with the appearance of some sort of torture-tainted passageway ...o hell itself.Nestor saw the focus of my attention and reassured me,“That’s just the Baron’s collection of his ancestor’s “toys” to play with their nocturnal visitors and spice up their love-life when normal was far too boring.”I was not quite sure if the unsmiling creature was making a joke at my expense or if he was simply being truthful about. Turning to woman who stood at his side the General said. "Patricia, thisis Miss Clair Joyce; Miss Joyce this is Patricia Ombuli, my personalassistant. Patricia, will look after you for the evening and I lookforward to seeing you later Clair." He turned away and devoted hisattention to Jean-Claude.Patricia Ombuli was one of the most beautiful and striking womenSinclair had ever seen. She was taller than Sinclair by a good threeinches. She stood straight and erect with her shoulders back and. When he had a hard on, her small hand was just able to encircle its girth. She loved feeling him pulsate in her hand which made her want him more."I think we should stay in bed all day, darling," she said. "The sea is a little on the choppy side. Being in this water bed will be perfect for us." Okay," he replied, not wanting to get seasick like he had during that storm a week ago. He had never been so sick in his life. Now he took two tablets to prevent him getting that ill again. It was. She slipped my soaking wet panties off and traced her tongue along my pussy lips. I moaned softly and played with my firm breasts. My pale body quivered with delight as she sucked on my clit while her tongue teased my hole.She almost had me reach climax when we heard a knock at the door."Come in!!" She yelled out. The door opened and shut and I heard Matt's voice call up. "Ashley, you home?!" I called him upstairs and his eyes lit up at the sight of us. His pants began to buldge and I knew he.