" I replied meekly, remembering the several times I had been berated for over thinking whatever it was I had been trying to do, lectures that had come... not only from Phillip but from Alek as well."Yes," he added with a wry grin, "I suppose it just might."His phone rang, he answered, his voice low, but I could still overhear, "Hello? ... I'd hoped to hear from you ... Wonderful ... You have made a wise choice, my friend ... I'll be in touch soon."He put the phone away, with a smile on his. Not that there were many there now, just the three of us, the girl to be punished along with two of the guards and a small audience that seemed to comprise of a few of the men who were there more out of boredom than anything else and most of the girls who, I'd guess, felt a sort of sympathy for one of their own number even if she was a thief. The only alteration that I could see to the dock itself in the way of torture equipment or anything else that could be used to punish someone was that. She was dressed in a very short mini skirt and tank top. The aic conditioner was on and her nipples where hard. She saw me and told me to come meet her friend Jacob. I said I'm not dressed. She don't be shy he don't care. I stepped in the room to shake his hand. I asked if he and his wife where down for the week. She smiled and said I'm not married and that noise you hear is Thomas. Hey Thomas come meet the husband. A equality tall and well built black guy came out of the bath room to shake my. Opening Marjorie’s bedroom door, I spotted her in the kitchen, completely naked, as if ready to start where we left off the night before. I stood for a moment admiring her body, the way the hair played down her back, the incredible white ass shining next to her dark tanned thighs, and the brief hint of her breasts I could see at this angle. Completely forgetting about work, I was about to slip up behind her and take that beautiful ass in my hands when I noticed Allison’s door was open. ‘Good.