I lift the back of your shirt enough so I can kiss your shoulder, and start working my tongue down the middle of your back, tasting the sweat that’s...there because your heart is still racing so fast. I work my way down across your ass, tasting every inch of you while I rub my hand back and forth across your pussy, making sure to apply just the right pressure to your clit as a go by. You look over and see your neighbor looking out the window, and I see what you’re looking at. Just as you are. He thrusts in, sheathed to the hilt. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him inside me. Looking down at me he searches for an answer, he finds it. Where? I don’t know, but I’m thankful he does. He waits though, waits till our breathing slows to the same steady pace, waits till our hearts beat as one. How much control does one man have? More than I. For I whimper, begging for the release, yearning, pleading. Finally, finally, I yield to him. Yield to his desire, to his passion. And he. ”Tony raised his speaking trumpet.“Ship ho! What ship is this?”The answer came in Spanish.“Alicante, merchant ship out of Algeciras.”“What is your destination?”“Porto Bello, we have a cargo of slaves from the Ivory Coast.”Tony thought for a moment. The answers were coming too matter-of-factly, too well rehearsed. A real merchant captain would have protested, would have shown anger and indignation at being intercepted. Again, he rose his speaking trumpet.“Stay hove to and await my boats! My. I don't want her to think I'm makingher take my cock. My bitch takes my cock because she loves it. Isn'tthat right Aleasha?" he asks, as Tiffany retrieves the key to thepadlock, and frees my hands. I wasn't sure I was supposed to actuallyanswer, as my 'mantra' apparently was, 'do not speak, listen and obey'so I just nodded my understanding.Tom slapped me across the face, and I fell against the bed, and justkind of leaned there, shocked. Tom grabbed me by the hair, and pulledme back to face.