In fact, when the pirate captain stepped forward, she was a woman. Inira, the youngest of the prisoners, gave a small sigh of relief – surely a fema...e captain wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to them.Specifically, the captain was a surprisingly young woman. Her legs were bare, with only a pair of delicate silk panties protecting her womanhood. Her upper body was clad in a low-cut corset. A streak of blood marred her pale cleavage, the legacy of a sailor on the ship who’d tried to resist and. She began to press her fingertips deep into his muscle tissue, applying strong pressure, almost at the edge of pain. Her fingers kneaded his shoulders and back, seeking knots of tension, working them patiently as she sensed him begin to relax under her touch and the soft, hypnotic strains of the music. Slowly, methodically, her fingers worked their magic, on his neck and shoulders, his lower back, his arms. Periodically, she poured more of the warm oil on her palms, spreading it over his skin,. We pull our fingers from inside you and they are soaked with your juices, you put your finger to my mouth and I do the same and put my fingers to yours. We each taste the hot wetness. At this point you sit up and demand to suck my hard cock. I stood up in front of you as you sat at the end of the beach chair with your top pulled off your tits and your skirt in the sand. I found the buckle to my belt and undid it. I then undid the button of my pants and lowered my zipper. I then dropped my pants. Her neck and armswere covered in a thin white polar neck jumper, together with a pair ofleather gloves and matching white coat. Carrying the bag over hershoulder her walked down the platform, stopping briefly to hand overthe ticket Robert had sent her in the letter, to the station master.Looking up she saw a handsome man in his mid forties looking at her andwith a brief smile Christine know it was Robert.'Hello, wonderful you could make it.' said Robert.'It's nice to be here.' replied Christine.