“What about customs and passports and tickets?” Nicola asked, panicking as she realised she had left her passport at home in Cardiff.“Not needed...” was the enigmatic reply from Sharifa.It was less than five minutes later that the Air Traffic Controller in Swanwick was asked by her boss, “Why are you holding a Purple flight on the ground at Heathrow? Didn’t you know that Royalty have priority?”“It’s OK, boss,” she replied cheerfully, “It’s only an equipment positioning move, there is nobody. "It was plainly obvious to me that Bass intended on taking both of them alive," Dancort answered, "They're save enough for now I believe... but later on, who can know."Cog picked up the oars and it became apparent to Dancort that he intended on rowing toward the Maidens Revenge. Placing his good hand over Cog's to stop him Dancort said, "Going to the ship now shall only succeed in getting us both killed and will do little good for Constance or Teresa. You are but one man and I am with only one. That being said, I was still going to have to get in there to even find out.Although still too sore to speak, I could hear Melanie's disappointed pout as I drew my cock back, out of reach for her hands. She changed her tune though when she felt my head brushing against her mound. Quickly, she lifted her hips enough to sneak her hands under, taking my cock in them."You sure are greedy for that cock." I joked, to which she nodded and moaned, caressing me in her hands as she rubbed my tip into her. R – Shut up, it’s my turn now.Her face was shocked at me taking the control. But the sucking had made her too desperate and she did not care anymore. She got her hand to my pyjama and helped me get it off. My hard dick was clearly visible in my trunks. There was a large wet-spot at the tip where it was leakingR – Suck me, my bitch. Take my hard cock in your mouth. You like it rough, right? I’ll show you what rough means, slut!I got on top of her still wearing my underwear. My knees were on both.