When the whippings were over she would always have to thank the pirate who had flogged her before being cut down. They'd make her go on her knees and ...hank him, kissing his dirty feet as she did so. And a refusal would only get her more lashes - a lot more.This time, the ever innovative and vindictive Farr had decreed that his favourite victim was to be whipped upside down. Her feet were attached to a yard arm and her hands secured to a ring on the deck. As the lash fell onto her back, the crew. Oh Shit! She’d picked the one album that always got to me. I usually played it when I was lonely or sad. It was guaranteed to make me cry, and today was no exception. The third song was the one. I sat there, eyes closed, listening, tears streaming down my face. There was no way I could hide my reaction, so I didn’t even try. Wren had her back to me, so she didn’t notice, at least not at first. When she turned to ask me something, she saw me. “Oh God.” She sputtered. “I’m sorry.” “Do you want me. Do you know anything about anything that happened there?" Sarah and I laughed until we cried. Finally we were able to stop laughing, stare him in the eyes and shake our heads. After that we started laughing again. He just shook his head and tucked us in the back of the squad car. He looked at us in the rear view mirror. "The FBI is now closed. I'll drop you off in the morning but you'll have to spend the night in our jail." He then addressed Sarah, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that he gets the. After replying to add after add and getting no where fast I tried one that caught my eye. It was a older married couple about 30 minutes away. I answered the add and figured I would strike out again but to my surprise they said they were interested and wanted to hook up. They were in the mid to late 40's (so just over 20 years older than me) and that they were bi. I watched a lot of porno's and I always kind of enjoyed "the money shot" as they call it so I thought bi could be interesting. Well.