My pussy’s dripping wet from you looking at me, and I want you to eat me.” “You must be joking” I said “Wa...ch me” and she bent her head down and engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth. I did watch her. She slurped the sides, licked up and down, rotated her tongue around the head, and sucked it in her mouth. All the while her tits were dangling in front of me and I automatically reached out to fondle each one. I could feel her hard nipples as I ran my hands. “Are you okay?”“Why does the boat move so much?” she groaned. “The river made me a little queasy. But this? I—”I blanched and looked away, wishing I didn’t have to hear the sounds.Warlock FaorilI drifted away from the others. They spoke but their words passed through me without comprehension. Shock had hollowed out my innards. I felt so light I was shocked the sea breeze did not borne me aloft and carry me away. I reached the ship’s bow, climbing a steep ladder onto the higher deck. I stared at. I've heard Rachel say it over and over, and I have to agree. Jeff is a bastard.Still, here I was, slinking into the party, balls in my pussy bouncing together, butt plug being jerked with every swish of my tail. Jeff had forgotten something very important with this outfit. I had no panties on, and in just a few minutes I was going to have a large wet spot in my crotch!Then again, maybe he didn't forget. The costume was black, and the party would be fairly dark, so a wet spot wouldn't show up. Communicating with other people with similar interests had a positive effect on Brenda. She remembered one of the first bits of advice she received. "If you really want to have fun as a slave, don't always do what you're told". That was so true. Being an occasional disobedient slave had its rewards. Other advice like safe words and stated limitations were helpful in the beginning. She had since gone beyond that. She had given herself to Master, simple as that. He could do anything he wanted.