It got worse.I know what yer thinking, how could that fucked up situation possibly get any worse?It went like this-"Yo, baby is he dead?"What the fuck..."I can't do it," said Dolores."For fuck’s sake, he's gotta go," said Jimmy Mason, walking into the room.He stood, shaking his head and before I could do anything, he walked across the room, took the gun from Dolores' hand and shot me two times in the chest.Lights out.Mason bent Dolores over the bed, tore the gusset of her bodystocking, spread her. A pleasure to see a fellow warrior.” He had a Midwestern U.S. twang to his voice.“Major Mark Jones,” I said, staying in character. My ability with languages made my British accent easy, and no one noticed when I occasionally said something without thinking in my natural voice. “My wife, Maddy, the General in our little army.”He grinned and saluted, which made Molly giggle. Soon they were beside us on the sand, Maddy’s almost nonexistent suit and Molly’s tiny thong drawing quite a few looks, but. I only had one other, just a small one. So I knew I wanted a bigger one. I felt like all eyes were on me as I looked at the different sizes they had. I chose a clear one, 11cm long, wider than the last but not too big in case my master wanted a turn...I got to the till expecting to purchase all of these things when I was told to put the rope back. I was a little disappointed but as I was told, we do already have rope. And I had to out something else back too, my choice. I decided to put the. Then one night, we were the last two in the staff game room. We had been playing a rousing game of cribbage. Like I said, there's not much to do here. Bobbi leaned back and asked me, "Marc. Have you ever played strip poker?"I was flummoxed. It was the last thing I expected to hear from Bobbi McGregor. "Well, of course. I think the last time I was in ninth grade. There was about eight of us. Four and four as I remember. It was embarrassing as hell and as exciting at the same time."She laughed..