Who was paying the tab? The US government certainly wasn't paying for common soldiers to live in a hotel! This was worth investigating. Caleb was pret...y good friends with Henry Ackerman, who ran the hotel. Maybe he was worth talking to about who payed the bill.That evening after supper time, but before Henry would have gone to bed, Caleb knocked at his door. "Henry, open up. It's Caleb Jackson. I need ta talk ta ya without rousing the whole town."Henry opened the door and said, "Come in, Caleb.. "Sandra stood in front of us and did exactly as she was told. She was almost dancing while doing it. You could see that she was still excited and loving it. Jane spoke to her again."Show me how much of a whore you are. Get your hand in your fanny. I know you can do it. I've seen you before when you were with all those men. Your husband knows what kind of a slut you are. Do it, and tell us how much you like being a bitch." Oh yes, Mistress. I love being a whore. I love tasting your lovely pussy.. It's going to take more than a few books to make her think you're different.If you are.He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, I'm going to see you again in a few days. They said that if you don't see your owner for over a year, you'll shut down. So, no matter what happens, you'll see me again, okay?"The girl nodded her head once, body still wound like a spring." ... okay." He stepped up to the door. "Let's go inside."Sawyer's doctor waved them in with a nervous glance outside, peering past. ”I didn’t like the idea but nodded and we headed off to the back room, quickly joined by a cute black girl, Anna. I had never been in such a place and we walked down rather dark hallways with little rooms on each side, some with doors open and men watching porn, a few with their cocks in their hand, some with door closed.Craig grabbed hold of my hand, “Let’s put on a show.” And we walked into an open theater with maybe a dozen men sitting around. Several also had their cocks in their hands and.