All I could do was ignore the explosions and keep climbing, andhope I wouldn't feel a musket ball tearing through my spine in the nextsecond. Thankful...y they had to spend most of their time going throughthe elaborate reloading ritual, so their shots were few and far between.I was already way the hell high above the deck, and the rest of thismast towered over me like a redwood tree. As I climbed I saw that Kikiwas starting to slow down behind me, and I could hear her whimperinghorribly as she. "Joy! Joy! Where are you?" she moaned, and then buried her face into the palms of her hands.Here they were, somewhere. Alive at least. With nothing. This hadn't worried Sharon before. Her very life had been her chief concern. But now she was sure. Her blouse was removed, thrown aside no doubt in the rape. Her sandals that she'd bought in the high street when she and Tracey were happily planning the holiday: gone forever, trampled into the dusty fields outside. And her bag, with her passport,. She has a slim figure and she looks so hot. She always wears a low-cut blouse. Her figure is 38-26-38. Perfect ass.I didn’t have any wrong intentions towards her. I always kept to myself. We used to chat when she came on to the terrace. It was casual chat. Her husband used to work on the weekends too many times. She was alone in her house as her kid was in a boarding school. Slowly our friendship grew. She used to ask my help with her household. Bringing groceries when urgent, fixing things. I spread my legs automatically as you placed the lock onmy labia rings. Next you placed one lock on each of my nipple rings. I couldnot see nor speak to you; I could only serve you as you wished. You orderedme back down on all fours and I obliged without protest, the heavy locks swayingas my body moved. You ordered me to spread my legs farther apart and I did.I could feel you behind me, I sensed your presence before I felt one of yourfingers slowly enter my anus. You moved your finger in and.