My lips feel odd now, like they're swelling or something. "Mmmmm...that was nice." Have a look at your lips my dear." What? Uh, ok." Where's that co...pact. Ok here it is. Hummm...I don't notice anything...wait a minute! My lips do look bigger! What gives! "I don't understand. What did you do to my lips? They look really...good." You now have bee-stung lips my sweet. Would you like to see what else I can do?"This guy is weird, but my lips look great. I wonder... "Yes...yes...please show. Adell," my husband told him."Welcome aboard," he said to us, as he glanced down at his clipboard and the passenger list and made a check mark by our names."Thank you," my husband replied, though Franz's gaze and smile seemed to stay fixed on me as Leonard spoke.Franz took my hand and helped me step to the gangway stairs and watched as I ascended from the cool darkness up to the warmth and light of "B" deck with my husband.A steward came and told us that our cabin was down the hall on this deck. ’ And so I did, wiggling my sexy ass as much as possible along the way. When I got to her knees, she bent slightly so that her fragrant pussy was inches from my eager lips. She stood there for a minute, then laughed at the drool sliding down my chin. ‘Whore, you want my pussy, do you? Well you must earn it.’ I felt the bull whip strike my upper back with a crack. Pain radiated down my back, straight to my pussy. ‘Thank you, Mistress, may I please have another?’ I gasped. ‘Excuse me, slave?. There was a policy that interviewees should state whether or not they would be embarrassed by being interviewed by someone unclothed, but it was generally only a small minority of rather elderly clients who preferred not to. Ironically, it was those who were least enthusiastic about being interviewed by a naked woman that Charlotte felt least reserved about being naked with. She had adopted the policy of wearing the white coat provided when interviewing men and it was only for women and fairly.