Her near constant nudity and frequent self pleasuring in front of him had obviously made an impact on him, and she guessed it was ok with her if he wa...ted to see a little bit better. Straddling the toilet, she turned on the trimmer and ran it lightly across her upper thigh, testing it, before carefully trimming the hair above and to the sides of her aroused clit. She felt damp and sticky this morning, her aborted masturbation doing little to calm things down. The buzz of the trimmer, pressing. If we didn't rush up,it could pull us under, before we even got out of the ship.As we reached the final steps, I heard voices. "There are still fivepassengers still unaccounted for." Fuck," was the response. "I don't think they could survive below decks,this is not going to be a good week."I was about to call for help, when I heard a jarring noise echoes acrossthe ship, and everything shook. I screamed, I think Laura did as well. Itmight have been my echo. I'm not making promises one way or the. For the next two days I avoided answering the door and wished that she would go away. She didn’t.On the third day I was off of work and bought another 12 pack. She must have heard me coming up the stairs and spied on me through the peep hole because I had not even put the beer away before her now familiar knock came on the door. I was ready this time, when she asked for money I told her no because she already owed me money and when she asked for a beer I also told her I wasn’t a bar and to. Story.") We slaves are are taken from the display area. to be prepared for auction. I am washed and looked at to make sure that all my body hair has been shaved off. I noticed that there were a few guards with rifles guarding us. That made me feel good. I felt that they thought we were valuable and did not want anyone to steal us. We were lined up and then ordered to walk through a tunnel to the auction arena. To enter the area we had to crawl through an opening. There were a ring of seats.