His skin looked so soft, and she had started to enjoy the textureof hair- There was a strange dampness then, and she noticed the burningsensation in h...r groin. It felt nice, though. That trickle of dampness increased, and it broke Piccolo-chan outof her daydreams. What? Did I just...wet myself? But, I didn't have to- wait a minute- She shucked her pants and underwear, and saw the wetness stainingthem. The smell was different from urine, as was the color. I have a strong feeling this did not. ”I was certain the female was one of those unfortunate African girls sold to Eloise de La Zouche by the Omani Captain Farah, which indicated Masters had been in contact with Eloise. I addressed the girl in Arabic.“As-salamu Alaykum,” I said softly, then picked up a blanket from off the floor and draped it over her shoulders.She shot me a look of grateful thanks and replied, “Alaykum s-salām.”“And one who speaks Arabic,” Masters said. I had to admire his quick wits.“Please send someone to fetch. I also masturbated quite a bit growing up. I’m not sure how that started really. How does anything start really? I think it was boredom or perhaps I read about it. I knew about sex fairly early in life. I don’t really remember how I started masturbating though but I was ashamed of it. I think that came from the time with the nuns. I’m pretty sure they found out from one of the other girls in the home that I was doing it. I was forced to confess. Only thing is, I never really felt like it was. “I think I’m drunk baby.” You knew that was your chance, I was too drunk to drive and you would have to drive me. “Baby, you can’t drive like this. Let me take you home so you can be safe. We’ll get your car tomorrow.” I looked at you and nodded. I also knew this was the moment to seize. If I asked you to take me to your house instead of dropping me off at mine I knew you’d take it. “Take me home baby.” I had brought my overnight stuff, fully anticipating the need to sleep on someone’s couch.