Once again, twice and thrice he repeated this method.Then returned to kissing away at the base of her neck, he felt her breath rapidly speeding up, be...oming shallower; most muscles tightened and relaxed in rapid succession.Her chin rested on top of his head, with those eyes shut for the time. A grand mixture of sensations feelings of lights, lightning, flames, storms, ocean and tides warred within the mind and body.Then, to all her shock, his lips touched her bared nipple in a gentle kiss. All. I slowly move both items again over her body. Giving her the time to think of the pain and pleasure these two items are bringing. I begin again with the whip, but this time I start off with a harder swing across her pussy. She screams out. No, please that hurts to much son. I take a quick look over at my father sitting there with a bulge in his shorts enjoying the show. No, not enjoying, watching his wife get whipped by me. I think, listening to her asking for this to stop and seeing me. Clearly this was no place for Isabella right now. He signaled to young Simon who stood nervously beside the Captain on the foredeck. Simon leaped a cannon and ran to him. Simon, Signora must eat, and I have some small tasks for someone with skills at tailoring,’ he said over the hubbub. ‘Yessir!’ said Simon. ‘Captain has ordered lunch be served for the Mistress in his cabin, and I’ll get Black Ambrose for you. He was a dressmaker in Porto de Fiona before he joined the Della.’ Simon ran off.. Liz was not supposed to stay overnight, it was supposed to be a quick fuck and away. I can’t tell her that, so I make coffee, we reminisce a bit about last night and she seems to understand that, much as I’d love to fuck her again, like now, like I really, really would like to fuck her again, it would make life too complicated, so with a friendly kiss she leaves me to wonder what to tell Ffion. I won’t take your time telling you about what Ffion and I talked about on skype, as you are dying to.