"Not really, Captain, but I do enjoy reading stories of thesea and not being in uniform I thought a curtsy to the quarterdeck moreappropriate than a s...lute." And gracefully done," said the First Lieutenant."I used to teach ballroom dancing and spent quite a lot of time teachingthe girls how to curtsy to their partners in the Old-Time dances." It is good to see you appear to have recovered from your ordeal," theCaptain said as we sat for tea."Thanks to the care of your doctor and petty officer. I hope you like him as much as I do."Emma was not too sure that she would ever really like this man, but he certainly interested her. He was as tall as the Count, but thinner and stooping where her host and rescuer was straight and well built. Emma realised that she was being subjected to the sort of small talk that some men consider to be all that women are good for. Where the Count treated her as an equal, this man looked down on her. She could tell that he looked down on her a lot more when. Suckling gently, she drew the precum out of him and into her throat. Adding saliva her head started to bow up and down, worshiping his manhood. Her mouth was hot and wet and tight. Perfect for a penis to find a home. Up and down she went, her nose almost touching his saggy testicles. His tongue was spelunking, deep inside of her. Tasting the tart juices that hid deep within the pink walls. His chin and face was soaked, a mixture of his saliva and mostly her wetness. He would lick up past the. She instructed me to lay on my back and she slowly started to massage my swollen member with her soft hands. She bent over and gently licked & sucked my nipples. Slowly she worked up my neck to my lips. We made out like a couple of teenagers, while our hands explored each others body's. I couldn't take my hands off her tits. I rubbed and squeezed them, and gently pinched and pulled her nipples. She commented on how much I was enjoying her breast, and how her hubby really didn't pay.