”“Sounds good to me. How would it be if you fetched me another Mojito.”“Sure.” And she was off again, though I sensed a little moodily. Mayb... she found our sex-for-cash arrangement distasteful.“So, do you get by ok here on your wages and extras?” I asked her when she returned with my drink.“Comme ci comme ca. We pool all our tips but the scumbag of a manager creams off a good percentage.” She glanced across at the bar, where a swarthy individual was bluntly giving orders to a youth stacking. “I can’t believe it ... I just can’t believe their all coming here!” Jane was buzzing. “Oh shit, they’re going to be here next Saturday! Fourteen? Gwen did say fourteen didn’t she?”“Yes she said fourteen, why? Doesn’t that make sense?” Fiona asked.“No it doesn’t, there are only twelve of them!” Jon was puzzled and couldn’t work it.“So who are we missing?” Jane enquired.“I really don’t know. I guess we find out next Saturday! Well I was gonna ask you guys what you thought of my family, but that. Show Master his pussy,’ Joe commanded her. ‘Yes, Master,’ Robin replied gasping, hearing the command from him made her shudder with excitement. Robin quickly moved her cuffed hands, grasping the hem of her dress, pulling it up to her waist. ‘Spread those legs, slave, grasp your pussy lips, spread them for me and hold them until we get to my house,’ Joe ordered. ‘Yes, Master,’ Robin replied, quickly grasping each lip in her hands and pulling them wide. Robin’s chest started to rise and fall. If John awoke, he would be happy to see that his male organ was about seven or eight inches soft. It was circumcised and perfectly shaped to give any woman pleasure.I could see that his brain was giving off normal readings, and no signs of rejecting the transplant were detected either. With the normal brain scan it could be determined that the surgery was a success.I laughed when I found out the nurses took turns giving John a sponge bath. At first, I thought just dividing the task among them.