Who it was she said she couldn't remember but it was not the good captain, she always knew when he had a mile of horse cock up her...pussy. Mother and I slept on board till noon and when we did get up the deckhand was washing down the decks and ready to clean the cabins. The captain had gone to George Town to take care of some business and left a note for mother... make yourself at home and feel free to stay on board for the . By sunrise Emily had been assaulted by nine men and three women, not counting Hans. She lay shivering, her body orifices dripping with semen. Her sobs were mixed with the moans and groans of her sexual and sadistic ordeal.Hans returned with a tray of food which he set down on the table."I'll unchain you and let you eat, but you'll have to put out first," he sneered. It had been almost a day since Emily had eaten or drunk anything. She was hungry, but it was the burning thirst which was causing. After a short stay with friends we left for home.We arrived and I, for one, was glad to get there. I took care of the stock and cared for the wagon and tack.We spent pleasant times that fall. We had enough food for everyone, and I was happy. I wanted to try out the long range rifles, so I took one and went to kill a buffalo for our neighbors. My wives were very protective of me and sent Swan, after some discussion, to go with me.As we were leaving, I heard Swan tell them that she would take. I went online, searchingfor something... anything that might help. I saw all the prosthetic"cocks" worn by transgender (female to male) to pad out their genitalregions, but that would not work for me. I could be wearing one, andsuddenly get my cock back. That would be extremely uncomfortable andinteresting to see from a viewer perspective. I did however see thesame online company offering courses of testosterone. "Worth a shot,"I thought and filled in the required waivers before ordering a.