The police station was down a side street leading from the quayside street, a non descript building which would pass for a book store or drug store in America, and even inside it was not much different to a fast food joint with chrome and plastic chairs and tables and a high wooden counter. Xxx vedio Lynnie suggested but they were moored fifty yards off shore and the boys had taken the dinghy. “Very good,” Juan agreed, “Top quality,” he added, “Look at them go!” he grinned, “What they fuck like?”
“Don’t know, if they’re no good you can have them.” Anton said. Lynnie looked on and tried desperately to remove the collar and leash, and hood, but the buckles were patent self locking bayonet fixings and need a tool to release them. “No,” the policeman agreed, “but you need a haircut.”
“Hey, surely you can make an exception!” Pablo exclaimed. “Yes, just a rough cut, you can tidy it up after, only ten dollars American each” the sergeant suggested. “Maybe we should go look for them? ask?” Lynnie explained. “Can you get it done now?” Anton asked. “Can we go now?” Lynnie asked. “Yes, but you said you’re not prostitutes,” Anton explained, “American whores can get work permits but have to agree to sex with anyone with $20 American.”
“No way!” Jo insisted.
