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crossed ankles came up under her ass and her knees spread wide as the strap holding her ankles and wrists closely together forced them apart.
    “How accommodating,” said Edgar, easily inserting himself between the spread and stocking-encased legs. “I hope you don’t mind, but I like girls with their stockings and shoes on, and those high heels are quite flattering, so we’ll leave them on if your don’t mind.”
    “Mmmmmmmm…” repeated Joanie, trying to find a less painful position while consciously aligning her sex with his rapidly hardening prick. In an instant, Edgar was inside. No preliminaries. No foreplay other than the bondage and gagging, which seemed to bring Joanie so close to climax that the moment he penetrated her, she was writhing and moaning with more vigor than Edgar had ever encountered in his varied and extensive sex life.
    The two came together with a force usually reserved for people struggling to survive some terrible physical challenge. The contest that followed was equal in terms of calories burned by running a couple of miles at top speed. In a few breathless minutes, they were exhausted; Joanie still twisting and jerking at her bonds and Edgar pulling out, totally drained, and rolling away to wonder exactly what had he gotten himself into.
    Poor little, innocent babe from East Goulashes, Louisiana, huh? Edgar thought . This woman could teach me a few things, I imagine.

Chapter Two
    Gifts
    The cruise was over too soon, but based on her recent week with Nate in the penthouse, Bibi already yearned for another sea assignment. When she reached her fourth floor, rooftop apartment in what had once been the border zone of East and West Berlin, she found that she had a guest. Only two other people had keys to her flat and as soon as she unlocked the door and caught a whiff of a certain exotic and expensive perfume, she knew it was Karine Schultz, her long time friend from university. Karine greeted her with her arms wide open and a lover’s kiss on the mouth.
    Even though she was happy to see her, Bibi was a bit annoyed that Karine hadn’t told her she was in Berlin and that she was coming to visit.
    “What brings you here?’ was the only greeting Bibi could offer as she slowly sifted through her new mail. Distracted for a moment, she was delighted to find both a bonus check from her cruise employers and a new proposal for an extended assignment in the eastern hemisphere on a large private yacht.
    “I don’t believe it,” she said aloud, suddenly remembering that Karine was standing in front of her, the bathrobe she wore fully open and disclosing the lush, teenage-like figure that Karine worked so hard to maintain.
    “You don’t sound very pleased to see me,” Karine said, closing the robe and turning away. “I guess I should have called first.”
    “I didn’t mean you,” Bibi said hastily. “And I AM sorry,” Bibi said. “I am tired and expected a few days of quiet. Now it looks like I’ve got another assignment.”
    Karine smiled and sat down on the couch. “You want me to go?” she asked, sulkily.
    “God, no. Just sit tight and have a drink or something while I pull myself together. I need to read this offer and then we can get some dinner and spend some time together. I’ve missed you, Karine. I really have,” Bibi added, trying to sooth the slightly ruffled feathers of this special woman in her life. She sat down to read the offer.
    The proposal, forwarded to her by Franz Muller, one of the few agents she used and trusted, was almost too good to be true. The contract would be for not less than six months on a two hundred forty foot mega yacht sailing the Caribbean and perhaps visiting ports of both North and South America. The pay was nearly double her usual fees and all expenses were paid in a unique fashion: included with her signed agreement would be an advance payment of five thousand Euros to cover expenses and that amount was renewable as she might need it. The