She replied that she was on her way, and that he should just ignore the sign and keep going."There's a big old concrete bunker from the Vietnam War or...something." Allen shook his head ... just like his girlfriend to be stupid enough to think they built bunkers in Florida for Vietnam! They were obviously for the Korean War, he thought. But, she was totally hot and way into him, just the way he liked women. "Find a nice spot near the bunker and hang your trunks where I can see them. Get all hard. I was beginning to wonder where we were going, when Bel again told me to observe. I watched, amazed, as he drew in power. Bel told me.I could feel him concentrate, and then he was gone. I SAW where he went. I teleported, right after him. We were flying a short distance away from Marald's keep!Well, it would be nice to see him again. We glided our way towards the ocean. Shortly, we left the land behind, and were winging our way towards an island a short distance away.We were met near the only. Her vagina exuded wetness that coursed well past her thighs to her calves and her ankles. It took a full half hour for Tink’s mind to return to the present and put aside the amazing scene before her. Before long though, an even more exciting thought traversed the ganglia and axons of Tink’s mind in her heightened state of S&M lust. What if Tink could recreate the sailor’s hapless torture near her bunk in her Master’s cabin? It was a bold plan but her Master had told Tink if ever she need. He leaned over me and spat on my face. “Get up here and suck this cock faggot!” I knelt before of him as he pulled it out and slapped it on my slut face. I wrapped my lips around his tip and slowly sucked it. I looked up at him to see he was filming me. “Whats your name faggot?” I hesitantly answered “Tom sir.” He talked to his video “this faggot Tom thought he could flake on me, no one flakes on me! I’m gonna punish this bitch until he begs for more!” He proceeded to thrust his throbbing cock.