" In smaller print underneath were the words,"Admission $1."They locked the door and walked towards the tent. There was a good deal oftraffic, on foot...and on the street, but no one seemed to be in the lotexcept a figure sitting on a stool next to the tent. A sign hanging on thetent above him said, "Entrance."The figure on the stool rose as they approached. He was in his twenties, asnear as Charlie could judge, a slender man in slacks, the same green coloras the tent, a white shirt, and a green. The one between my legs gave me some pleasure as I moved but not enough to compensate for the indignities of walking with it. I abhorred the way it drew attention to my private area. The cook had me carrying bowls of stew out to the crew. It was the most humiliating task I'd ever done. The sailors pinched and poked and patted me as I passed, pointing and whispering and admiring my body. My face was flushed with shame as I hurried back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area. The. You moved away from me sitting up on the edge of the tub and retrieved your new dildo we had bought you earlier. Coating it with a lubricant, you teased the lips of your shaven pussy with the rubber cock. You spread your thighs as wide as you could and I centered myself between them, knowing how much I love watching you pleasure yourself. My cock was ridged and I grabbed it with my hand. I watched the head of the cock disappear into your pussy and emerge shining with your juices covering it’s. " His fist clenched, almost rose from the arm of the chair, and then relaxed. "I would never do that," he said, his voice level again. "I was presented with sound arguments and that was sufficient. In a way the distraction of Anthony's presence helped. I had to concentrate to keep my mind on judicial matters. It was, as you say, a hard day." Do you want the bottle?" No... I'm not getting drunk and miserable in front of you. I need to preserve some semblance of civilisation." Don't be resentful,.