The tub, the room, I carefully scrub for hours. Hard work, scouring with a toothbrush. Rinsing, scouring again, rinsing, until my hands turn from pink...to red and my arms and back pound with pain. I plan carefully. The water and air temperature must be just right. The bath oils perfectly matched with scents and bubbles. I light candles. Soft music. Warm a cozy, fluffy towel. I want to give you perfect pleasure. No demands. Unconditional love. You will be completely relaxed and ready, ready to be. ” “Typical answer from the new company president.” Isabel retorted back “That will get you far.” Gary ignored her remarks as she left his office. The rest of the day was uneventful and even boring. He got an e-mail inviting everyone across the street to the neighborhood pub for a drink to welcome him back. By the end of the day the rain was falling as Gary went across to the pub. When he got to the pub, he recognized Isabel, Rodger the plant foreman, and a couple of girls from accounting. He. The doctor looked over and said, “Alright, this girl is done. She'll be fine. We can go.” “Aww doc, don't you want some?” the guard who had just fucked Kim's mouth asked. “Don't mind if I do.” the doctor said. Kim was lying on her back, her legs splayed open. The doctor took his belt off and doubled it up. Teasingly, he draped the leather strap across Kim's tits then dragged it down to her sopping wet cunt. Kim's eyes were glazed over and she was moaning softly, humping the air as the belt. While the natives were rowing back to the shore, Rodrigo found the key to the room where the chains and collars were kept, and chose some, they could come in handy later, he thought. He locked the room again and waited for the Negroes to return. Five trips were necessary to empty the ship, a last inspection showed that they had taken everything that could be taken. Once on the shore, Rodrigo talked again to the natives. ‘We have to take all this to the village’, he said. ‘You are strong lads.