Built to sail the Mediterranean, not the open ocean.”She brought her foot up to my groin and pressed her stockinged foot against my bulge as she smi...ed, “Then perhaps you should make any further indulgences more… substantive.”“Very well,” I said and released my belt to drop my breeches and hose, then exposing my naked member to her.“Mmm, very nice,” she said appreciatively and then sat up to inspect it more thoroughly. Her fingers were soft and adroit as she took hold of my still somewhat soft. All the women were wearing conservative, full length dresses, with tight bodices and loose skirts. I could barely make out that they were wearing boots from the length of them. The dresses were all browns, tans and faded ivories.The men were wearing what looked like 1850s trousers, white shirt, a vest and a wide brimmed hat. I half expected Billy the Kid to come walking out of a saloon shooting the sheriff. I could not see any weapons besides a dagger on the men though, while my sword was. .. as friendly lately, if you know what I mean." I saw Sven nod slowly in agreement. "I guess with all that and trying to keep things going here, I've just been a little tense lately. I know you wouldn't stiff me Sven, I've just been a little worked up." You could see the subtle anguish this man was facing trying to keep everything together with a number of burdens on his shoulders, as powerful as they were. I saw Sven look over at me quickly and then I could see something in his eyes, like the. When she called out the final score it didn’t even register in my brain that I’d won. When she wrapped her arms around me for a hug, we squished together like a couple of wet sponges. Then it hit me. I’d just won. Man I felt great! I could just do this forever.We left the court and two guys I didn’t recognize were standing outside. I hadn’t really been aware of them before, but I vaguely remembered seeing them when I went onto the court. They must have watched the whole game. One was wearing.