He wonders if he got the meeting time right. Maybe Allen is late. Maybe he's early. Jerry's bladder is sending him a message that he needs to use the ...athroom. After waiting another ten minutes, he gets brave and goes in by himself, mainly because he really has to pee. Once inside, Jerry heads straight to the bathroom to relieve his need. Standing at the urinal, he looks around and sees two sets of feet under a toilet stall. The feet are facing each other and he can only imagine what's going on. "You flaunt your bodies in your underwear." the policewoman replied."What about the slaves?" Jo asked, "They are naked!" Naked is natural," the policewoman explained, "Is beautiful, you dress like prostitutes, like cheap tarts." Look, we need to get back to the "Empress," Lynnie explained, "Can't you let us go?" No, prostitution is illegal." the policewoman insisted."But we are boat girls!" Lynnie protested."Ah boat girls," the policewoman said, "Why did you not say?" You didn't, like. ask?". “You’re Las’s son!”I nodded. “We’re doing this. Besides, this treasure is something of value. Maybe we can leverage it against Throwia. Force her to free our father. This might be just what we’ve been looking for. There is no way we can back down.”Lasla stared at me, worry in her eyes. Then she sighed and nodded. “You two are right. I just ... I’m scared.”I pulled my sister to me and kissed her on the mouth. Lasla shuddered as her lips melted against mine. I would have to make sure that we kept. This brought us close and we could feel warmth of each other’s body, undoubtedly we both were burning with desires which were overflowing through our bodies and mingling through the dick and pussy.Our moans went on becoming louder with each passing second and if anyone would have been outside the washroom, could have easily guessed that behind the thin door, two people are busy in ecstasy and are fucking each other’s brains out. We were sweaty and our bodies were hot but nothing was able to.