She heard his question, but had not replied. All the sudden Michael grabbed a handful of her mound and she looked up to meet his grave look.“I said,...I am understood, or don’t you feel that you have answer?”“Yes Master, I understand. Sorry I forgot to answer. Your hand felt so good, it distracted me,” Silk answered quickly.Michael gave a light slap to her mound and said to all of them, “Good, now kneel.”The slap was more intense than the rubbing and as she knelt on the floor, Michael saw that. "He paused and scratched his nose. After searching for a glimmer of recognition she wasn't going to give, he continued. "I kept seeing you bent over the sofa. The way you presented that flawless bottom to me. The way you spread it. And the way you let me take you… there, where you’ve never let me before." We were a bit drunk." Yes, but still. I loved it. Loved listening to you beg when you got into it. Reminded me of when we were on that plane to ‘Frisco, you remember? Back row?"Jodie coloured. She straddled his hips with her soft loins and rocked her naked wet cunt up into his muscular belly. With one hand he supported her, kept her up on his hips by holding onto the poolside."Here you go," he said, "a little fish for your twat." He slid his hand down along her belly and dropped a finger up into the hole. Her pussy clamped down immediately reminding him of yet another incredible ability of his old girlfriend Anne: of all the women he'd ever known; only Anne could squeeze at will. She. This is why there was so much beer and rum on board ships. It was to make the water taste better and last longer.She tried to avoid lecherous, hungry glances of the crew. Their teeth yellow, and their gums shrunken with signs of scurvy. She confined herself to the tiny little cabin assigned to her. Not that they would have dared. Even so, she kept a small dagger tucked into the top of her silk stocking.The “Badger One-Eye” an ivory carved phallus she kept in her silk purse for auspicious.