She did, drooling and panting. She twisted her head around to look at me. “Does your boyfriend like fucking your ass?” “Don’t talk about h...m.” She wasn’t as angry as she was embarrassed. Either by thinking about him while she was cheating on him, or telling me their sexual activities. I didn’t really care. “I know you’ve let someone stick their cock up your ass before. You know how I know? You take it like a pro. You even like it. It makes me wonder what other fun and kinky things you’ve. Then she slowly turned to offer a view of her shapely back, slender hips and awesome ass, which she shimmied delicioiusly for me. Etta then broke into a dirty, filthy, alluring dance that shivered her tits and twitched her ass cheeks delightfully, inviting exploration of her lithe and lovely body. My mouth was agape as Etta moved towards me after ending her dance. She came right up to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Etta helped me, moving them. She buried her nose in Gérard’s hair and whispered in his ear.“Gérard, how long must we continue this?”She meant their life aboard ship. Beauchamp did not seem displeased or bored with them even if privately Amélie suspected it was her own charms, available to Beauchamp whenever he called her, that ensured their continued welcome.That wasn’t entirely fair, she realized. There had been that skirmish with an aggressive contraband runner two months ago, one that required cutlasses and knives to. ”Ben shrugged and made their drinks, He served Meg’s drink last. “Meg, you might want to...”Meghan looked straight at Henry, smiled and shot it back. “That’s a bit warm. I didn’t know Si’ Jackson was still cooking.”“Uh ... he retired about three years ago.” Henry said as he studied Meghan. “He said he was getting old and wanted to quit while he was ahead. What was that for?”“To help us cut through the crap.” Meghan tapped on the arm of her chair. “I know you have a letter from the Volva before.