Her upper body was clad in a low-cut corset. A streak of blood marred her pale cleavage, the legacy of a sailor on the ship who’d tried to resist an... been cut down by the cutlass at her belt. She wore a broad-brimmed hat. From her dark hair and luscious body, Inira realised she had been the model for the figurehead.“Greetings,” she said. “You have the honour of being the guest of the infamous Captain Lashiya Black, mistress of the good ship Sea Witch.”The oldest of the women stepped forward, a. The plug looked a frighteningly large gleaming metal thing with atwinkling rose glass Jewel at its end and its very appearance terrifiedme to such an extent that I all but forgot about the bursts ofelectrical impulses still teasing my poor penis."No, no, please you can't, oh god please no." I was actually begging,my stupid lisping squeaky voice sounding silly in my ears."Yes I can and I am Leanne, I know what's good for a gay little sissylike you, after all you'll never accommodate a man. .. i dont know. I dont like any girls and never found them attractive. but can i call myself gay just because of that?" I Guess not."We walked up to the nurses office and she told me to sit down as she examined my leg.Josh sat in the chair making faces behind her back which got me laughing. She would turn around to see his beautifully innocent blue eyes.She turned back to me and said i should stay off of it for a while. Or keep pressure off of it until i get home. She asked me if i wanted to. For a moment I thought about how lucky I was.When I was fourteen I raided my mother's underwear drawer for a bra toslip on for a frenzied jack-off session. Now I had perky D-cup boobs anda boyfriend who fucks me senseless, takes me to brunch and then wants totake me bra shopping.I smiled at Mike as I slipped behind the curtain into the dressing room.After stripping down to my pumps, I slipped on my first choice, a whitesatin bra with red hearts, marked down for post-Valentine's Day sale..