The last of it trailed into Kelly's pubic hair. Exhausted and panting, I collapsed onto the bed next to her. We said nothing for at least five minute..., just lying there in what people call post-coital bliss. Kelly smeared my cum over her body like a kid with finger paint. "That was amazing," she said, finally. "Yeah," I agreed. "You know, I've never squirted like that before," she admitted. "Not with anyone." "That's never happened to me before either. With another person, I mean. I. "Not rough, but a little weird." I laughed."Well, you can tell me all about it. As well as this mystery Fourth of July thing."That conversation got put on hold as Kelli started giving me directions. Michelle's Patisserie was only a few blocks from the inn, so the directions were minimal and the trip was brief.I'd been half expecting a very feminine, ladies-only décor, given the name, but it was much more gender neutral, done up in stainless steel, chrome with a white and blue enamel painted. Grabbing me by my my tits I was physically pulled off the bonnet and held in an upright position while he continued to tear my ass with each thrust, and strangly I looked at Pia and wonder why she never felt the same pain and laughinly thought to myself she must do anal big time, strange how the mind works.'I'mmmmmm Cummmminnnnggggg' he mouthed, and in doing so pulled me onto my knees and forced his cock into my mouth. 'Dont you fucking swallow', he said menincingly, 'Dont swallow' he repeated. ’ Captain Lizzy walked to the rail and looked out past Captain Frakes. ‘For one thing, I still have control of my ship.’ Spinning around, he watched the Martin Luther sailing away. It must have cast off as soon as he left the ship, for even through his spyglass the ship of the line looked small. ‘What the Devil is going on there?’ ‘I’d wager it’s a mutiny, Captain, perhaps the fastest ever committed.’ Captain Boyle examined her stranded visitor as he watched his ship, his crew, his entire life.