With locks as red as the devil’s tail a flowing and titties shifting from side to side, she said, “Come on James. I’ve had my eyes on you. Come ...ith me,” as she grabbed my hand and rushed me to the tool shed.And I went, even though I knew there would be trouble. She was the lady of the house, Sally Grimes, the wife of the owner of the plantation, the master of all the slaves therein.“Quick James, do me before he finds me,” she said in the dim light of the shack.She threw her long white neck. ..After we had all showered, Dawn knocked up scrambled eggs on toast. A steaming pot of coffee on the table to wash the paracetamol down. They both looked pleased with themselves as I tried to get my throbbing head around what was going on. They laughed at the look on my face, “Shall we tell her?” Helen asked Dawn.“We’ve had a little chat while you were still sleeping and we’ve come to an understanding,” said Dawn.Helen took over, “We both love you, but I have to go back tomorrow, probably. "I guess you're the first mate, so you get to set the watch schedule." Aye, aye, Captain," she said with a grin. "Now, why don't you show me what I need to know to steer this thing while you get the autopilot and radar sorted out?"The girls weren't too sure of the plan when they reappeared but Samantha didn't give them much choice. She sent Cassie to the galley to begin making some dinner while she began giving Tabitha the same instruction I had just given her on the helm, throttles and radar.I. I held out my hand to her, and that fabulous smile came on full strength. I pulled her down sideways in my lap. If she was even halfway decent in bed, I might set her up in a better place. Maybe Paolo’s murder was a fate thing. She stayed sitting up, looking into my eyes, then spread out her hands like she was bowing. ‘Do you like my ‘change,’ Johnny Mac?’ I laughed. ‘Does this answer the question?’ I shifted until my rock-hard prick was poking her thigh. Then I put my hands on either side.