He likes being called Captain Cook. He wears a white paper cook’s hat that looks like a military soft hat. The ladies never suspect that in military...slang it’s called a cunt cap.Cap’n Cook loves working at SU. Every day he gets to use unselected sexy always-naked ladies as kitchen help. He likes to show them how to stir a pot. He stands much too closely behind them holding their spoon hand. Sometimes he is able to get one of them to spend the night in his room. He absolutely lives for nighttime. This forced my to press further, allowing her to bite my fingers. In the position, I had no other option but to allow her hands to scratch and punch me, my free arm trying to free the other. As I freed my hand however, she screamed again, making me realize that she needed to be silenced for good. Clambering up on her somehow (which incidentally pressed my knee into her ribcage) I landed a hard punch on the part of her torso available,followed by two on her heaving tits. I had no time to admire. “Spaghetti alla carbonara. Absolutely delizioso. Handmade. Yummy, sexy, creamy sauce. Mm, mm, mm! And the meatballs. Madonn’! Laced with garlic, rolled with love in that marinara sauce, whipped ricotta cheese. Excellente! And for the young lady?”“Same,” Heather said.Caledon ordered a wine bottle as well, hoping the waiter wouldn’t ask Heather for ID.“Very good, signore,” the waiter said and scurried off.“So, am I your side chick?” Heather asked.“’Goomer’? Bet he talks like that just for the. It contained an envelope – instructionsof a sort, a single black corset and a leather hood. There was a small paddedbench with an eight inch cock protruding upwards from it and a small funnellike objected behind. There were a series of straps and locks from the bottomto the top with grooves and a variety of small boards. The top of the cratehad sufficient holes for ventilation and a darkened background for privacy.Vicki was to be shipped, overnight freight, in this crate, via CF Freight Linesto.