A man atop the main-mast shouted down that he saw winged creatures through the mist and rain, four of them, on one of the small islands ahead. Very cl...se now, he warned. Cyril nodded again, continuing to encourage their advance.Some of the crew grew nervous though none of them faltered in their tasks. Even as the rain became sheets of sharp needles against their skin, nearly blinding their eyes, the rowers rowed and the skilled crewmen performed admirably.Cyril adjusted their course slightly,. I straddled a guy, his cock deep inside my pussy, which he was pounding, another in my mouth, my arse high in the air. I felt the third behind me. The cock inside me slowed, hands gripped my hips. I felt the cock at the entrance to my back passage. Pressure on my sphincter, gradual, by continual pressure. The cock in my cunt fucked me slowly, the one in my mouth gone. They wanted to film my face as I gave up my arse. Mark had told them I was an anal virgin. They wanted it all, six cameras. ..they wouldn't see anything..right? I close the bathroom door behind me; on it rests a large full length mirror. My reflection gazes back at me - a tired, defeated young woman, with her hands still covering her shame. Exhausted, but clearly with the early markings of lust. A straight haired brunette, looks at me. Though I have experimented with curls in the past, it is normally straight, and falls down past my shoulders. Right now it is a bit disheveled. It is usually tied back for work. Eventually it started to come back to me. Our small wooden house in the countrythat had been struck by lightening just after I had left it, with all the familyinside, and then the horrifying realisation that the house was a fireball asthe oil storage tank exploded. It all came back to me then. The fire crews, the police and the coroner. Thefunerals and then the reading of the wills and realisation that I was suddenlyalone in the world, almost penniless. As I had planned to move away a few weeks.