Cassie's body brushing against Qasim as she lifted to kiss him. The shy look as she averted her eyes. Did she know she was already his, he wondered. It was just about making that official tonight.<br/><br/>The boat ride. Ah the boat ride out and no return. He watched those hips sway as she walked. A natural. Naked and in chains those hips would most certainly sway and invite him to fuck her again as she learned to dance.<br/><br/>He watched her leave. Turn her head back twice before cutting the corner towards her bungalow. Then she was gone but what he was feeling wasn't gone. Not by a long shot. It was only going to increase with more contact with her. She would definitely look most desirable on her knees before him.<br/><br/>The snap of a limb off to his right broke into his private thoughts. He stepped aside as a white couple moved past but they kept their distance. The woman gave him a second glance, and he smiled.  Her cheeks blushed and she turned back to the man she was with.<br/><br/>Time permitting there was always room for a breeding pair. Or separate them and sell the man off quickly and train that one slowly. So many hungry bitches wanting collars and so little time, Qasim thought. After all he was only one big bad man. He could only do so much.<br/><br/>He reached for his cell phone and text his two men. They would need to meet but not at the office. A Dinner he knew off the beaten path.<br/><br/>Tonight at 6 to plan events and find out what everyone had been able to accomplish today.  Get Bungalow 35 ready for shipment and then bring them aboard ship if they could work it. If not then there would be plan B. For that they needed to talk face to face.<br/><br/>Qasim typed.  Tonight. The Overhang. 6 sharp. Back table. He pressed the send to for Marco and Mike.<br/><br/>He left the beach then. Time to contact the Mother ship off shore and have crews standing by if necessary.  What the hell were pirate ships for anyway if not for stealing and storing women to train as slaves.<br/><br/><br/>