She was chewing my lips, sucking my tongue.We smooched for about half an hour and in the process I removed her blouse. As she was wearing no bro her b...obs came out. The were kind of loose but were big. I fondled them and suck them. She squeezed my face in her boobs and moaned loudly, Aahhh oooo yessss Rahul, bite them, squeeze them.I also opened her petticot and now she was completely nude in front of me. Her pussy was hairy was black.I spread the lips and saw her hole.I rubbed her clitoris and. Breathing heavily with the weight of her relief, Kitty tore the Captain’s shirt into strips and stuffed one into the gaping hole left by her crude surgery. ‘Bring him up to the cabin,’ she directed. ‘I have clean dressings there. Do you have any opium on board?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Perhaps you could get him some? To ease the pain?’ The Captain’s long, lean body was shouldered by two of his burliest crew, who helped him up to the cabin. Kitty had them deposit him on the bed before removing the torn. Or at least she doesn’t stop. The magic hands keep it up for what seems like hours. She can barely move, her body is so relaxed. ‘Please … roll over now.’ Damn, she doesn’t want to move. However, she rolls over onto her belly. The oil starts again at her feet. The massage continues, spending maybe a little extra time at the top of her thighs. The girl moves up to her cheeks, and gives them a thorough workout. Massaging, kneading the flesh. Plenty of oil prevents any uncomfortable friction.. Still, you didn’t make a mess this time. Let’s go see how tight your pussy is.” “Yes, Master.”When we got back to the porch, I made her go through the ritual again. It was a lot of fun. When she was done begging to serve me, I told her that she had lied to her Master, as she was not quite nude- she still had her shoes on. I made her get up and lean over the rail again.This time I rubbed her ass for a second, and asked her if she was ready for her lesson. “Yes, Master.” I kept rubbing her.