"I said, "Wouldn't it be better to ask what happened first? Perhaps things aren't as they seem." Who are you?" Lord Crazzic. Who are you?"The man was ... little flustered and angry but said, "Carrso Formsa, the Harbourmaster." I'm glad to meet you, Harbourmaster. I'm the new owner of the Scors. We bring good Scathan wine and dried meat. Two days ago we found ourselves pursued by pirates. That night my friends and myself got into a rowboat and separated from the Scors. We let the pirates pass then. Sharon walked up and pointed to their table and I looked in awe at my sister. She was really looking fine tonight. Sharon was wearing black flats, a black dress and it looked like she had on something lacy, like a slip underneath, because you could see the top of the lace just a little. I paid her a nice compliment. Sharon hugged me really tight and thanked me for coming, and we walked over to the table and sat down. After a few minutes of talking, one of Sharon's friends asked me to dance so. However, as the daylight flooding the room from the gaps around the curtains brought me further into consciousness, I realised both my hands were up by my face. The hand around my cock was larger and rougher than my own.I kept still and my eyes closed, but sleep was receding fast. I was aware now of the hairy skin pressing against my back, and the stirring of my hair at the back of my neck by another's breathing. A hairy leg rested against my own, and something long lay between my buttocks.. "Even if I wanted to respond, I couldn't as I now had over half of the waiter's bone buried in my horny throat. I began to bob up and down in earnest as he roughly grabbed my head and began to fuck my face with deeper and more powerful strokes."Your wife was clueless the whole time, but Stephanie saw the lust in your eyes the second you recognized me. I don't know if you remember, but I snapped some photos on my cell phone the last time you had my cock buried in your throat. I showed those pics.