Everything worked smoothly and the Angry Whore proved herself to be a tight ship.The women cleaned the entire ship from top to bottom including the ho...d, burning pitch, scrubbing everything with watered down rum, organizing ropes, sail cloth, hardware, barrels, food stuff and other miscellaneous items, then they tossed everything of no value overboard.Carmen showed her shipmates how to drop a bucket attached to a rope from the rail, fill it up with sea water and swab the decks. She explained. Me, standing over her, crouching to lick the salt off her sweaty abdomen, just above her bikini bottom, pouring tequila into a pool in her belly button, sucking it from her skin, throwing my head back and feeling the fire burn down my throat to whoops and shouts from the crowd, followed by more fire direct from her tongue as she found my lips with hers and fed me tequila, mouth-to-mouth in a wet, burning kiss.-Alex, climbing onto a pool table in a dimly lit room, surrounded by a dozen men,. She was unshaven and her pubic bush was some what matted with pussy blood and guts. I couldn't see. Her vaginal details. I wanted to inspect her contingent. 'Brad, bring me a wet face cloth and a towel. Be sure the water's good and hot.' He got my drift right off. 'Shit. Sure. Oh fuck. Fuck I gotta see this too.' It took him a minute to get back with the stuff as he handed me the dripping wet face cloth. It was more than warm. I applied it. Her hand wrapped around the base. She was on her hands and knees, rubbing herself with her free hand as she bobbed slowly up and down on me. My eyes rolled back in my head. The last time a woman woke me this way was... well. Never. I reached out to her, placing my hand on her thigh to beckon her closer. Without losing concentration, she inched toward me, swung a leg over and straddled my face. She then slowly lowered herself onto my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down.