I do remember getting into his house around 8:30, thanks to the oven clock. I also remember sharing a bottle of Captain Morgan’s while we sat in hi... living room. I do vaguely remember discussing what I was looking for, and him agreeing to do his best to fulfill my fantasies. I also remember the feelings in my stomach, rejecting this deluge of alcohol along with the butterflies that come with any first-time experience. Those feelings are a rally killer, let me tell you.He helped me to his. The week passed, and we only flashed cheeky grins back and forth across the room without incident, until the last night. A tradition we all had was to go to a local club and go dancing, call it a celebration of sorts. We all converge in the hotel lobby and get ready to walk to the club. Just as I am about to pass through the lobby doors a hand reaches out and grabs me. It’s her, and she has a look in her eye I have only seen when we were out for dinner and in that picture she sent me. No one. This ability to increase the population of free women and enslaved males was helped by the globalisation of world trade which meant that more ships passed by the islands as the years went onWell I didn't know all this when as a young boy I was acting as a cabin boy on sis Pacific . Unfortunately we were driven on to the rocks in a violent storm in Pricktown Bay. It appears that when ever the women or Amazonians , as I should really call them, wanted more male support they would turn off. Teasing. Tantalising. Taunting my pussy to purr. Then he inserts a dildo. Once again, in, out, thrust in hard and soft, turning, tickling my clit, my pussy, dare I say it- my cunt. My cunt is now moaning. But it doesn’t stop. He comes at me again this time with more vigour, more lust, more wanting and now HIS TONGUE! It hits all the right spots. I am arching my back. I am squirming to direct his tongue to my nirvana. I am writhing with the agony of wanting to cum.“Can I cum?” I ask achingly,.