The food at the tavern was rather plain, but there was plenty of it, and it was filling. The ale was passable. During the meal the Captain discussed a...number of things that he wanted done on the ship with Mister Flynn, and other things that he discussed with Wolf and me. The final item of discussion was acquiring a crew. Flynn was shocked at how few crew members the Captain intended to hire."Twenty will be enough to sail the ship, but who will man the cannons? You will need a minimum of four. Gayle emerged in a crouch, crabwalking across the room. When she'd taken a few steps, she held up Ioke's address book and pointed at it, a questioning look on her face."Oh... yes!" Ioke said, nodding her head emphatically at Gayle.Gayle continued to crabwalk to the hallway door. It didn't matter. The captain wouldn't have noticed if she'd goosestepped and sung "California Uber Alles." But, just in case, Ioke wrapped her whole body around his head and, at the moment Gayle clicked open the door. Spread my legs...and begin stroking my cock. Slowly. Showing it off to her.Lucy licks her finger then shoves it in her pussy. She does it again. And again. She licks that finger, tasting herself. Then, her eyes locked on me beating my dick, she begins working her clit. Slow at first, then like a jackhammer. And, as quickly builds to climax, she brings her other hand down-- squeezing her tits together beautifully-- and inserts two fingers inside of her pussy. Quickly and roughly she finger. He went into the rest room, and by the time he had returned, the bronzed, wrinkled old operator had finished with the vehicle and was sucking at a can of beer by the battered old desk in the office.Paul spotted the clipboard and signed the invoice, waited while the old character took a final sip of beer, then accepted his copy of the paperwork and the plastic credit card."Keep cool, Pop," he said. And he walked out, taking the long way around the station wagon to get another peek into the back.