I rested on my elbows so I could watch her play with my dick. She had stopped stroking and was firmly rubbing a small area right under the head. It ma...e me incoherent and I am sure I was sporting a really stupid look on my face. “Yes,” I said heavily.“How often do you do that?” she asked.Not enough to go on there. “Do what, surf for smut?”She nodded. “That, and how often do you make yourself cum?”“Well,” I started. As soon as I said this she suddenly bent down and took me in her mouth. She. Her captain, Mr. Everton, will take you to Gibraltar and to Miss Goodwin, who will care for you until I can return. She is a very nice young lady, and you will have a lot of fun with her. Will you be a brave girl and sail with Captain Everton?”Teresa looked at Bartleby who was looking at her with a grandfatherly smile.“Do I have to, Tim?”He nodded sadly. “The Captain is only doing this for your best, little one. Soon the weather may turn ugly, and we want to know that you’re safe.”Teresa looked. They both moved to the outside of the tables so we could see each other without them being in the way. The young lady asked us if we were comfortable, and we said we were. She then asked us if they could complete our massages before we went back to the showers. I looked at Pat, and she grinned as she shrugged her shoulders in a “why not” move. I said that would be nice, and watched as the guy filled his hand with warm oil which he let drip into Pat's crotch. My gal was doing the same thing to. Just the thought of that makes her wet and she begins to softly touch her clitoris. She dips her finger into her wet opening for lubrication. Then I move my wet finger up to my clit, brushing by it ever so slightly and I shiver. Then I begin to circle her clit with her fingers again, alternatively rubbing and circling it. From time to time she dips her finger inside to get more wetness. She is breathing hard now and remembers that someone may be watching her. Her excitement kicks in as she.