... sexy.I didn't want to be too conspicuous, but at the same time these trips are no funwithout a little dare. I'm always daring myself. Sort of my...own littleimagined domme telling me what to do. This time I packed my bra. It had beenflat throughout the morning, but just before leaving the hotel I added my softsilicon inserts. I chose not to include the fillers that fit the inside of thecups and build the busty 40D look I prefer, but even without them I still had anice B cup that juggled. All of the enemy ships were essentially sail powered with small steam engines for maneuvering in port. That meant that they had to have a favorable wind to do much against us with the few cannon aboard their ships.The Chattahoochee River was not very deep anywhere along its length, so the ships all had a very shallow draft. That made them difficult to control and required almost constant attention to the sails. As a result, very few of the crew were available to do any fighting. There were some. We drove for some time, or at least it felt like thatto me. When we finally stopped Matt untied me andpulled me from the van, quickly tying my hands infront of me, he left my piss soaked shorts over myhead. He forced me to my knees and then I felt himpushing aside the shorts and his cock head rubbingagainst my lips. He quickly pushed his cock into mymouth and I began to suck, tasting his piss andsmelling him. He pushed his cock deep into my throatand I hungrily took it. He fucked my face. The clues had already been there, but now there was little doubt as to what was happening.Howard scowled, feeling an almost clinical detachment as he once again looked at his crotch. There was no longer any sign of his testicles and what was left of his penis was ridiculously small. All that remained was little more than a nub. The final proof in Howard's mind, confirming what he'd been suspecting for more than half the day."Not just a kid," Howard finally said it aloud. "A girl."Oddly enough,.