We let the captives dress themselves from the clothes taken from bodies, with a promise that when we were done with the day’s work they could wash t...em as they wanted.Each pirate, starting with Captain Black, had to strip completely naked, hand his clothes to the women, and then get dressed again after they had gone through them. One pirate refused to undress. The Guard Captain nodded at the nearest Guard, and he stepped up with his sword and ran him through. The women had to strip the body but. I pause at the door, having a moment of uncertainty but then every pent up emotion since our last encounter resurfaces and I push the door open. I pause for a brief second, sucking in air as I watch him turn around in his office chair and face me. “Good evening, Mr. Carter,” I greet him, as I slowly lock the door behind me, deliberately, and with purpose. His sea green eyes widen in surprise before smiling. “Why hello Anne. You look beautiful like always,” he says, rising up from his chair and. I got the idea that she wanted me to remove the combs."What did the man in the lobby want?" I asked and felt her body shake.There were four combs. I took my time, feeling the fine texture of her hair as it fell to her shoulders and beyond."He said he overheard you tell me Charlie had been detained and invited me to have dinner with him."Sheila was smiling as she removed the blouse and set it aside. I touched her shoulders, feeling the smooth skin. Her arms were long and lean. I traced them, all. ”I looked at the barely there white dress she was wearing with a halo perched on top of her head. Amy’s slight frame could pull it off. I wasn’t so sure I could. “I feel like the entire world can see my ass,” I said, trying to contort myself in the reflection of the mirror so I could see how bad the situation was.“Staci, that’s the point.” It was Amy’s turn to roll her eyes. “You make a hot little devil. Besides, you need some spice in your life.”I tugged the sides of my dress down, to no.