Her breath caught in her chest, making it heave, her shoulders hunched, her breast pushing into each other, the bra bringing her finger harder against...her nipple. The scene on the screen so descriptive, the emotions running though the main character seemingly real in the way the author chose to write it. The scene was just what she had wanted to portray for herself. The unrealised dream, the fantasy that makes her gush, and the one her husband hasn’t made a reality. She almost couldn’t finish. Her obsession with the cocks started off as merely oral, but soon she was also stuffing them into her pussy and anus. They were ludicrously large and thick, and it felt pleasantly uncomfortable and painful to have them stretching her cunt and ass, particularly if she walked around with them inside her. She couldn’t remotely fit the entire length inside her, so while sitting she would end up in a kind of awkward half-crouch with the base of the cocks against the chair and her pussy suspended a. I gave you one last, cruel twist on that nipple as I felt the cum rising through my dick and bathing your tongue with it. As I finished, I let go of your nipple and you sighed in relief after swallowing my load. “Thank you, Master. I will do everything you ask without question tonight because I have the utmost confidence that you will make sure I am used to the best of my ability.” you said. “Slave, that is what I want to hear. You will be doing things you’ve never done before. . He’d carried some of their smaller casks, but not the big hundred-gallon barrels. Besides, he knew of ships that had been boarded by pirates just for those barrels. No, it was safer to not carry anything valuable.But, I knew that there was a market for Long Cut ale. Maybe Filo could use Thunder as an armed freighter? He could carry forty or fifty barrels if he skimped on supplies. Enough men to be safe from pirates wouldn’t add that much to the load.Long Cut was a port city hidden behind a.